My Doctor Said Stay in Bed. I Was Already on the Pacific Coast Highway. When I Got to the House I’d Built for My Parents’ Anniversary, My Brother-in-Law Was Evicting Them. I Laughed in His Face and Said: “You Have Exactly One Hour to Leave.”

never have bought for herself. The workshop in the back had been built for my father Arthur, windows facing the ocean, proper lighting, the right kind of workbench for a man who thought in wood and patience.

I had sent them there a week early under the impression that it was a rental, a gift for the anniversary, a borrowed week by the water. I had wanted continue reading …