The Day I Stopped Saving Them

My father, Gerald Davenport, had spent months talking about the event.

He wasn’t just attending.

He was receiving an award for thirty years of service on the board of one of the most influential historic preservation foundations in the country.

To him, it was the culmination of a lifetime of networking, fundraising, and carefully managing his reputation.

To my mother, Priscilla, it was a social triumph.

To me?

It was two weeks of unpaid labor.

Flights.