He’s my son Matthew’s friend, and writes here by invitation.
John’s segment begins, “The problem with being a warm and friendly port is that anybody might drift in.” He describes drifting into the port of Alpena and spending a few teenage years with us.
Being a teenager is being in a state where many of us are not recognizable. John drifted away before I recognized him. Following different paths, both he and my son moved off into the world — away.
Years later, John was at my son’s wedding in England; he was Matthew’s best man. As best men do, he rose to deliver a toast.