I spent 6 hours cooking Thanksgiving dinner. At 7 pm, my son arrived with 6 guests from my daughter-in-law’s family. They sat down like they owned my home. My DIL said, “Would you mind eating in the kitchen, Dad?” I just smiled and walked into the kitchen… what I did next had everyone screaming. – usnews

And the distinction between a guest’s entrance and an owner’s entrance is a thing you feel before you can name it.

Stuart Hol was a thick man with the particular ease of someone who has never been told to lower his voice in a room.

He shook my hand at the door and walked past me into the living room without pausing the way a man walks through a lobby.

He looked at the fireplace and said something to Connie about the stonework. He touched the back of my armchair as he passed it.

He did not look at the photographs on the mantle, which included one of me and Vic taken the morning I retired the original truck, and one of Trey at age nine sitting in the cab of that same truck with both hands on the wheel and a grin on his face that I would give a great deal to see on him now.