Pop does this thing where he sits on the living room couch and stares across at the wall in silence. He turns off the television if everyone but him leaves, most likely to watch television elsewhere. I can remember him in his twenties and he didn’t always do this. He used to watch like we did. Then, over the years, he just trailed off into a hermit-like state of silence and contemplation. It was strange. I never asked what he thinks about. I figured it was the next repair to make. I belittled much about him and many of my elders over time. Small minds, small thoughts.