I would often try to catch Mike’s attention. His gaze was wandered, most of the time. Now and then I would grab a lucky shot. I magnified those pictures to try to see deep into his eye.
I used to visit Mike at his Day School. He loved his slinky. Sometimes he would get upset, though.
I remember how surprised I was when Mike was taken, along with his fellow residents, to a grocery store. At this point, I wasn’t familiar with the activities the group home management provided to their charges.