WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE
I’m editing scenes from someone else’s life when my granddad calls and begs that I bring Lucy to him. That I drive her across the country and collect the endings to all his stories.
“I’ve lost them, Finn,” he says.
I tell him, “That’s impossible. You know them all. You’ve told them to me a thousand times.”
He says, “I’ve forgotten. I’m forgetting.”
He’s a big man,...
HOW TO MAP YOUR MEMORIES
The Arthur Kill is a spit of ocean just below Manhattan’s southernmost tip. The Dutch are the guys who named it—“kill” comes from kille, which means “riverbed” or “water channel”; “Arthur” comes from achter, which means, basically, “back”—though nowadays most people just refer to it as the Staten Island Sound.
In the mornings it’s green, the Kill. And in the evenings, when the...