“Hold onto that hug,” Frank wants to scream at himself, but he cannot move his arms, and then the calendar is flipping backwards again, an inexorable tour of the roads he never took, and then it’s 1968, 1967, 1966, and he’s about to get divorced, but it hasn’t happened yet. He knew he missed Beth, how could he not when he still loves her, but seeing her in person on the steps of that dreadful courthouse, her beauty and kindness shining through the tears, it hits him how much he lost when he gave her up.

It’s not just the bad times he remembers; it’s the whole damn show.