Ready

At 96 years old, Ong Noi has developed a new night-time routine. In the middle of the night, he would get out of bed and roll both legs of his pajama pants up to his knees like he was about to go catch blue crabs in the rice paddies. For light, he would always unplug his desk lamp, tucking it under his arm like the lantern he used to carry on those nights back in the '50s. To prevent him from wandering into the streets of Portland's suburbs in the middle of the night, his daughter has begun dead-bolting doors and securing windows. Sometimes, she wakes up to see him standing ready in front of the locked doors with light in hand, lost deep in the roadways of his memory.

Thank God for my Grandfather.