I have a few minutes before I’m supposed to meet Henry at the bar. I could spend that time gazing at my phone, or just sitting there thinking about the day. Or I could do the right thing and head out to see my mother.
Good Steve: You know what you have to do, now go do it.
Bad Steve: Go to Lanie’s Bar early, grab an extra drink or two before Henry shows up. You’ve earned it.
With a heavy heart, I start the car, head out of the parking lot, set a course in my head for the Anne Lee Home.
The Anne Lee Home was constructed more than one hundred years ago. It was originally intended to house the widows of dead Civil War vets, but today it houses both men and women. Mostly old people who can no longer take care of themselves, but it also houses more than its fair share of infirmed individ
