David Roth’s Evanston home is full of links to the past: the old typewriter on which he composed a high school term paper, a defunct parking meter from Detroit (his hometown), his father’s bronzed baby shoes. The mantel is lined with archival photographs—one even includes his great-great-great-grandfather, the first in Roth’s family to immigrate from eastern Europe. “Stories end up getting mangled and changed, and you don’t quite know exactly what happened. But photos really capture things,” he says.
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