One simple truth

Promptly upon agreeing to a visit later that week, Mr. K took a red planner from his shirt pocket, quickly reached the corresponding date with the help of the tear-off corner tab, and literally penciled me in for Friday at 11 a.m. As he later explained to me, this tinniest of books had accompanied Mr. K daily through peace and war carrying his notations for, as he put it, appointments,…