George Visger sat in his truck, a prized possession since everything else was gone, but struggled to remember the model and year. “It’s, uh, a Chevy. Yeah. A Trailblazer, I think. 2003. No, wait, 2009. Probably around then.”
The former professional footballer paused, annoyed with himself for fluffing a banal question about the vehicle. He could not help it: fog drifts through his memory, shrouding information registered moments – or years – earlier.