In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I knew I shouldn't be there, but I was there just the same. I had no business peeking into the window of this strange man, in this strange town. But that was the funny thing. This man shouldn't be strange to me. And if things had turned out differently, I might have actually lived in this town. But things hadn't turned out differently, and everything was strange. I was strange. My childhood was strange. My father had left our family more than nineteen years ago, and I hadn't even seen the guy in thirteen of those years. Hell, I wasn't even sure this was his house. But I knew it was. I could feel it. I had the Internet to thank for that. It's amazing that you can find anyone's exact address, as long as you know a name."
"A Window to the Past,"
The Angle: Vol. 2005
, Article 4.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2005/iss3/4