COMMENTARY: No longer a ‘leader of men,’ now lost to FTD

Despite the pre-dinner commotion around us, we sit intimately knee to knee. His hands are in mine, my thumbs circling his knuckles, caressing him as best I can in a crowded place. He is not looking at me. Instead, he sits forward on the blue pleather arm chair, with his neck jutting out stiffly, vulture-like. […]