Charles Sullivan https://linktr.ee/CCfromNJ PART I The last time I had seen Justin was in August 1993. I was just finishing up playing basketball in a park in Nampa, Idaho. His uncle’s car was driving by and he was looking out of the backseat window, right at me, whether his uncle said “Look, there is your father” or not may never be known. I did know that I was very upset. His uncle could take him all over town but his father could not. Not only that, his uncle did not make him wear his seatbelt! Also knowing I would be leaving Idaho for good in just two more weeks. It was a bad day. Justin was almost 3 ½. The last time I saw Nicole was June 1999. My mother, my then estranged wife, and I went for a picnic at Johnson Park in Piscataway, New Jersey. We ate, played a while at the playground, and even fed a fawn. Nicole was a week shy of turning 2. It’s a coincidence, I just now realized, that both of these stories start in a park...
