At My Father’s Funeral My Sister Told Me to Stay Away From the Cabin I Inherited, So I Drove There Anyway

a hell of an objective, Captain.”

“I know.”

He raised his bottle. “Then you build it.”

I drove to Albany to meet with Robert Chen. His office was high up in a building overlooking the Hudson, and he shook my hand with a firm grip and the settled calm of a man who had known my father well enough to understand what kind of daughter he had trusted with this.continue reading …