"Ellen, White Hall"
His house out near White Hall, full of stories. Wandering through his rooms, imagining his old age here. Boxes of decaying Kellogg's Corn Flakes, some in the kitchen floor, others still in the cabinets. Christmas cards from a niece he might not have remembered. A 1990 prescription bottle, with his name on it. Brochures and correspondence from retirement villas in Florida that he presumably never made it to. Three La-Z-Boys in the living room.
What did he remember most when he looked back on his life? Were his last days happy? Or at least, not miserable? And how did it end, leaving the Corn Flakes and the Tru-Ade and the Vick's Va-Po-Rub still in his cabinets for me to find?
I've got no use for the stories of the rich and famous, not when I can sit quietly right here, in the remains of Joe Wood's house.