How "ordinary" father-son relationships transform to the extraordinary.
The letters written in the not-yet-mature handwriting of a child were so "passionate and sorrowful" that the man who found them floating in a bottle in the Detroit River knew he had a mission.
“I’m flummoxed,” Linda Schaub admits in her blog this week. “ I must concede that perhaps, my mind, like the park bench seat, is a trifle warped to devote an entire post to such an anomaly. But really – what gives with this?”