'Dawn Breaks; War Breaks Out'

The whole sun seems to be dying but that’s only because my father is. The solar system will go on.

My father is my sun, probably like the fathers of so many of you are your suns. His prose and his lectures are the bright beams, but as a father he’s the—it’s too much to say right now. I’m on Amtrak from New York to be with him in New Hampshire. Open on my…