None of us answered. It seemed like one of those questions adults asked children but intended to answer themselves. I’m sure my cousins thought the same.
“Well?” he asked.
Again, none of us answered.
“I guess I’ll tell you then. All he said was, “I like the view.” That’s it. Later in his life he said something else: “I feel closer to God.” But he didn’t say that until he was much older. Not that it was any more revealing. What I’m trying to say is that he never really explained himself. He never explained why he had such a strange desire to climb so high. Certainly, he could have had the same view, looking out a window on the top floor of one of those buildings he climbed. But all he said was. “I like the view.” Imagine that.”
My grandfather’s eyes, with their old person ginger ale col
