sat quietly in his backyard and
listened to old Elvis Presley records.
The whole time he said not one
word about himself. Then, as I was
packing up to leave, he walked over
to me and sat down.
“So,” he said, “in the time we’ve
spent together, what would you say
you’ve learned about your dad?”
“Nothing. All I know is that
you’re extremely secretive.”
“You see? You’re getting to
know me already.”