I Was the Only One at My Grandpa’s Funeral Until a General Saw His Ring and Asked Me One Question

of secrets, not as proof of anything to anyone who might recognize it, but as a reminder. The kind of reminder he had always said it was, though I understand now what he meant by that in ways I could not have when I was young and asking the wrong questions.

The world is full of people like my grandfather. Not spies, not necessarily, but quiet people.continue reading …