William Carlyle sat comfortably, his cane to his side and his dog resting under a cafe table, while he sipped a cup of coffee at Mojo's Village Bean in Cambria on a chilly morning in November. Carlyle, 76, put the coffee down, carefully opened a briefcase in his lap, and pulled out a photo album. Front and center on the cover page was a rectangular space for a title photo. It was left empty. "I put a blank," Carlyle said with pain in his voice, "because I don't want to think about it."