… but the man knows how to write. “Everything changes. Everything.” is a fantastic post about his search for a dented light pole in the Southern California town where he grew up. He writes:

Twenty-two years ago, late in the evening one night in March of 1981, to be specific, my mother was killed in an auto accident on Foothill Boulevard in a town called Claremont. This was one town over from ours. She was on her way home. She was killed instantly — at least in every meaningful sense of the word. And the impact of her car left a softball-sized dent in the foot-thick metal pole that held up the street lights at the intersection where she died.

Read it all. I wish I could write that well.