Dear Nate

Tom Friend: EDMOND, Okla. — Something keeps calling Zane Fleming to the back bedroom, 10 years later. It's not a voice he hears; it's a throb in his temples, an outright ache to walk back there. Whenever he enters the room, he takes a whiff of his son's cologne, lies on his son's bed, closes his eyes and relives a day in the life of Nate Fleming.

Sometimes, he'll find himself in a packed high school gym, surrounded by homemade posters that read "Nate the Great." Sometimes he'll find himself standing by a high school desk, watching Nate sail through a calculus exam. But a lot of times he'll find himself remembering 10-month-old Nate, the most precocious baby he ever met.

He can picture it so cl…