Reeling In The Years | 1994

His father, Tom, had left that morning. Not dramatically—no slammed doors, no suitcases hurled into a station wagon. Just a quiet click of the front door at 6:47 a.m., the sound of a Pontiac Grand Am starting, then nothing. Daniel’s mother had stood at the kitchen sink, back turned, scrubbing a pot that was already clean. She hadn’t cried. She’d just said, “He’s reeling, Dan. Let him.”

“Hey,” Daniel said, sitting in the plastic chair beside the bed. reeling in the years 1994

It was Live at the Paramount , 1991. Daniel had seen it a hundred times, but tonight he was watching for something else. Something buried. His father, Tom, had left that morning