Over the summer, I sat down with my dad to record stories I’ve heard him tell countless times over. Some are his, for some he was a witness, and some he’s memorized like they were his own.
Having a copy I can re-play at will doesn’t stop me from asking to hear a story repeated: stories evolve through each telling, and the versions I share here exist only in the recordings. We forget parts of the story, embellish new ones, and master the pause for big laughs. We get older.