1 March 1983
We moved from Alexandria to Miami. I drove most of the way with my father in a U-Haul truck while my mother drove with my brother and sister in the blue Nissan station wagon. The two vehicles communicated with each other using a system of cards with messages like BATHROOM or FOOD written in thick magic marker.
My family still believed they were adventurers, even though the bloom was off the rose.
When we first arrived, we lived in one of my dad's parishioner's apartments. My dad's church was in Little Havana, a rough neighborhood next to the Orange Bowl. He ministered to the homeless; this is where the demons first got to know us and get a taste for us.