You always had trouble concentrating, ever since you can remember. You read "death of a salesman" back when you were 15 and imagined what your life would be like with two sons of your own. Would you take them to church these rare days you’re not away on business? You’re late for work as it is, and there’s hardly time to appreciate how the city unfolds beneath you. You wonder what that guy you saw playing at the bar yesterday night might be doing right now, then your phone rings.