“Hey Grandpa. What is that box over there?”
“You mean that old trunk? That’s all the memories from Grandpa’s life.”
“Can we open it?”
“Not today, Pooh Bear.”
“One day, Pooh Bear. One day.”
_ _ _ _ _
James Hegberg stood in the cluttered basement of his Grandpa’s house in a black suit with a white shirt and white carnation on the lapel. It was one day.