A not so extraordinary life to all but himself; yet he found the need to put it down on paper just so that he could recall it all when he added dementia to his list of mental illnesses. And also so that his son could know what sort of man he was in case he died before the boy could find out for himself. He wants to be strung up in a tree somewhere north of Maree when he dies so that the birds can pick his bones dry. It would be such a waste of good...