Hannah’s article is entitled “No More, No Well.”

The great scene with his father is impressive:

“It is a good thing I did not know I’d hit bottom, but I can now recall with clarity when it was. I was in the Bryce asylum drying out yet again when my father came to the ward door and they let me out to the foyer to talk with him. He was white-haired, handsome, fedora in hand but stooped in grief.

‘Son, I’m just an old man. I can’t make these trips anymore. Where did we fail you?’ With his hand on my shoulder, he broke into tears, a rare act for tough guys of the Depression and World War II.’”