On a cold and dreary day at the end of October, a crisis came about in the form of a ghost from the past—Ted.
Andy was at the clinic trying to get the last-minute clients squared away. I was home packing the van for the trip to Toledo to see Brad’s game against Central Michigan when a car pulled into the driveway. I saw someone jump out and the car pulled away. I went to the front door just as Ted bounded up the steps and was about to knock on the door.
“Mr. B.” He grabbed me around the waist and gave me a big hug. “I’m glad I caught you. I was hoping to ride to the game with you and Dr. B., if that’s okay?”
Ted hadn’t been to a game that year. He hadn’t had contact with Brad for many months. Why now?
In the middle of these thoughts, another vehicle pulled up in the drive. It was Hank’
