“So. Are you like glad I’m here?” Inside his Chiefs parka, he fattened his cheeks since he knew my answer required artfulness. It was his way of “self-locating,” which the doctors say he should do. “Yes and also no,” I said. “I’m not glad you’re right here. In Rochester. I wish we were on a beach in the Maldives. But otherwise, yes. I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad I’m here. I’m glad you’re alive. I mostly always have been.”
