The Arch Window number 20, in which we come to accept that the desired moment of clarity just isn't going to happen.
On July 12th, 1960, George Wyatt died. One of the few things I know about him was that it was not the worst day of his life. That day had come eleven and a half years earlier. When George Wyatt woke up on the morning of December 19th, 1948, he was a husband and the [...]