On Friday the first graders paraded around the school in vests cut from paper bags and decorated to look like book jackets, and their parents took pictures of them. Some people filmed. I don't know what the occasion was, but I participated nonetheless, showing up at school with John in tow and calling Henry's name, so he would look at me and I could capture him on film. At the end, Henry handed me his book jacket to take home. I can’t throw it directly in the garbage. But he's not going to wear it again, and we're not going to frame it. So I will save it, in a box in the attic, for an unspecified amount of time possibly including up until my death.