We live totally different lives half a continent way, and I hadn’t spent that much time with him since he graduated high school in 1984.

When we found out that our uncle, the last of a generation, was depressed and on the verge of death, we knew we had to go see him. Him…and all those other people we know, who, over the years, have wound up in California, always begging us to visit. We turned it into this amazing road trip, reacquainting ourselves with all sorts of people from our past, including each other.

I’m just glad he didn’t listen to Rush Limbaugh while I was in the car.