Mel’s been gone two years last month, but I can’t get him out of my head.
My grandson Sully was visiting recently, and he brought along one of those remote-controlled cars. The thing looks like a monster truck, but Sully-size. He set it up in our living room and hit the go button. It zipped across the floor and crashed into Mel’s baseboard. The end cap snapped open and Sully gave me that “Am I in trouble?” look. I walked over and snapped the end cap back into place with the toe of my shoe. Sully watched. I rubbed him on the head and told him it was okay.