He should not have known to do this, because he wasn’t from Michigan himself, but he knew, both the where and the how. I was so grateful to be seen that my eyes watered. When we talked, I didn’t have to explain basic concepts like yoga or sushi. When I asked him, casually, as a joke, where he was when Michael Jackson died, he could answer. We were both in kitchens an ocean apart and heard it from our older siblings. What are the chances of that?
