To Priscilla González Sainz, her father was like Elvis. After all, they were born the same year, and that’s the way she recalls his essence. His favorite place was his garage, where he would spend hours listening to music and making beautiful things. And that’s where she goes to connect with him now that he is gone. Constructed from the filmmaker’s own recollections, this portrait immerses us in his beloved space, still painstakingly kept intact, and interlaces family snapshots, home movies, and excerpts from old Western films to develop a likeness of the parent she’s lost. As she carefully describes their unique relationship, and the ways it differed from those with her siblings, it becomes evident he’s embodied through the artifacts, and the people, left behind.