The Day I Went to Find My Father

That red Volkswagen Super Beetle is Bill's. He drove it to get there.

The man on the right is Bud — Bill's father. The man in the middle is Uncle Marvin, Aunt Linda's first husband. Bill is on the left, a young man who had grown up with questions he couldn't yet put into words.

This is the day he went to find his father. Not just to see him — to ask him. To stand in front of the man who left and ask the question that had been there since boyhood:

The red VW in the foreground is not an accident of framing. It is the vehicle that carried a son toward a conversation most people never have the courage to attempt.

The book is built around absence — a father who came and went, a boy who waited at the door, the half apple in the lunch box that said I thought of you even when he wasn't there. This photograph is the moment the boy became a man and decided that silence was no longer enough.

What he found in that conversation — and what he found afterward, in a Father who never leaves — is the story of The Half Apple.