Reading her account of those days, the first thing that leapt out at me was the timeline—a connection I had missed all my life. Gramps had surrendered his law license in the spring of 1989, the end of his decades of successful and acclaimed civil rights work. At nearly sixty years old, he was suddenly and unwillingly facing an enormous vacuum in his life—and just a few months later, the biking incident at Gage Park with my brother Josh and the two men emerging from the bushes. The end of one crusade leading directly into the beginning of another.
