My Doctor Said Stay in Bed. I Was Already on the Pacific Coast Highway. When I Got to the House I’d Built for My Parents’ Anniversary, My Brother-in-Law Was Evicting Them. I Laughed in His Face and Said: “You Have Exactly One Hour to Leave.”

something I wanted to stay aware of: that preparation is not paranoia. That keeping the deed in a trust until the right moment is not excessive caution. That having Mr. Henderson’s number saved specifically for moments when the rules need to start biting is not cynicism but experience.

My parents had given me fifty years of showing up. They had given continue reading …