Michigan at Christmas is always a little tricky for me. Even now, I still miss California, and being with my family, and the Southern California weather. But, I like going to Michigan because it's getting to know a younger James. There's a feeling like wind whistling through trees as I wander through rooms that used to belong to teenage James, there's a history that I can't know, can only feel in the floorboards and the door frames. In the streets and the stoplights and the libraries. Even after he's gone, he's still there.