Reginald Brown’s birth certificate says he was born in Park Barrow, Louisiana, only nothing was there. Park Barrow was only a road off LA-109—across farmland. Reginald’s parents had passed away and there was nobody left whom he could ask. Reginald thought of three possibilities. The town might have vanished. It might have been a mistake. Or it was someone’s idea of a joke. But Reginald didn’t like the idea that it was a joke.