Afterword
The True Story that Inspired Caregiver
I’m driving north on Florida State Route 75. It’s August and the flat land stretching out on either side of the highway looks baked. The s***h pines, palms, and cypress trees stand like stalwart sentinels against the blistering sun: brave.
The car hums along, the whirr of the air conditioning compressor keeping me company. I’m too jazzed to listen to music.
I’m on my way to a date with Jim. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, since he moved from the Tampa Bay area up north to Raiford, which is a good three hours away. I can’t blame Jim for the move (it wasn’t his choice), but it’s been hard not being able to see him the past month. Oh sure, we’ve written and Jim’s a great one for letters, especially since he can draw hilarious caricat
