When I asked Dad where he would like to go most out of all the places in the world, he told me Switzerland. He always wanted to climb a mountain there, take a deep breath of fresh air, and look deep into the soul of a panoramic reality that used to only exist in free calendars given out by our local auto body shop.

February, May, and November. I remember pages carefully cut out and taped onto the walls of the run-down market Dad and Mom used to run, working 12 hours a day, everyday. Like windows into dreams that could have been, the contrast between what was real and what was not was so drastic, it was almost a joke.

If I had the money and he had the health, life would be so much more fair.