The Prodigal Wyatt

Date: 2/19/2019

By Imetaphor

I look out the window and see a baby deer sleeping under the tree in my yard. I call my brother over to look. Several other deer are there too. "Tom!" I whisper. He comes over. "I know. Deer!" he whispers back. I'm playing darts with Wyatt, the first time we've seen each other in years. We're still friends. An older man is playing darts with us too. He looks and sounds exactly like Larry David, just slightly younger and with stubble. I see a resemblance. I introduce myself I ask him, "Are you Wyatt's dad?" He is. I explain how Wyatt and I were roommates Plebe year. I scan the room to look for Naval Academy people who know what I'm talking about.