Is that an earthquake? No, but the dining room table vibrated through each meal with James. He should have been nicknamed “Thumper.” He just had to move something and at dinner it was one leg that constantly made the dishes rattle.
While the rest of the family spent holidays together eating, talking, watching games, playing with new gadgets or tools, James took a drive to find at least one store that was open. He didn’t care what it was, just something different and away from a group gathering. If he couldn’t get away, he drifted to the back of the group and let his mind fly free.
