You probably don’t know the story of Edgar Willard, not unless you knew the man. He did not want you to know him; he did not want you to know his story. Sure, people tried. What a funny word, tried. Could you really have tried when the odds of success going in were zero?
Yet, I knew Edgar Willard, lived next door to him for eight years. Shot hoops in the backyard and when I missed, the ball would roll into his yard. He’d pick it up and toss it back. Not a word.
One day I asked him why he kept silent, why he had no visitors, why he was so aloof, and he told me. He told me everything.