Green Bay is the only city during the year that T. visited entirely without me. I was never there when he was (I went back to Kaatje in June, when T. was in Milwaukee). Later, near Christmas, I visited the accident site, because I wanted to see something, anything. There were no crowds there and the bridge was gone. In piles of snow on the embankment, though, someone had planted several hundred candles, all of them unlit, like they were waiting for something. I went back when the sun went down and lit all of them. It was amazing. The candles made the paper. People in Green Bay needed hope. The Packers were not doing very well.