Now

When I was in college one summer I developed what would turn out to be a plain old wart or stone wart on the heel of my foot.  Hard as a rock right where my weight would be and made walking horrible.

Not really sure what it was, we made an appointment with a podiatrist in the big city and Mom and I drove there one day.  

Completely aside, I recognize the building any time I happen to pass it all these years later.

But then, long before the invention of cell phones, we took our time driving home with our anticlimactic news.  Dad met us at the door upset we had not found a way to call him and tell him.  He was worried.  He worried the whole day.

I didn't understand it then. Or told myself I did not.

Today I understand.