and today is his birthday. He is named after our father:
but he might not know any of this because, like I once was, he was erased by adoption.
I took this photo (of an ad on a bench at a bus stop somewhere outside of Minneapolis) years ago. It reads: "Adopt siblings. Because sometimes all they have is each other."
And if you look closely at this last photo, you can see the word LeROI on one of the machines in front of our great-grandparents' home on Lark Street (I found this one by accident).[I wrote an essay, Le Roi Inconnu, about the beginning of the search for my siblings and you can read it here.]
