My mother holds a yellowed newspaper clipping in her hand as she answers the door. She stands wide-eyed looking at her grandson and says, "Are you Jesse?" "Yes, Grandma, I am." She lets us in, hugs us, and thrusts the newspaper clipping into my hand. It is an article from a 1969 edition of the Detroit Free Press about her father's retirement. "I thought you'd want to see this," she says. "It's been a long time since I've seen that…
Jeff MunroeNovember 1, 2011