How many buttons did you have to push to come here? How many times did you push them? How many links did you have to follow? One? Two? Three? Did this process seem difficult to you? Did it feel like it took very much time? — as long, perhaps, is it took my father to go in search of road apples all around the farm when he was a kid during the Great Depression, because his uncle, just ten years his senior, had said, “Go find some road apples”? It was the first time he’d heard the term. He didn’t know what road apples were. But he went out looking for them just the same. Up and down the narrow road in front of their house. Road 66. Up and down the vineyard rows. Behind the barn. Under the mulberry tree. Imagine how many links he had to click on. And where did they lead? To a beautiful childhood memory. To a story laughed over and told a hundred times. How many buttons? — on your coat? on your face? on your smile? on the life you lead? O my friend! my love!