Visitation

Some years ago, a friend told me of his son’s troubles … his son’s pending court date. He didn’t say how all this came about, though I’d heard of his son’s problems … his misdeeds caught up with him and he would be sentenced to serve time … an odd locution to describe imprisonment. I wrote my friend a long letter, wordy and disjointed, and offered to do whatever I could … perhaps to go along with him to visit his son. These things take time. I hadn’t expected to hear back anytime soon … but then, one day, the call came and we went.

Photo by Ron Lach