Paris, massacre, ISIS, Bataclan Café,

Paris Friday the 13th Massacre or How Close I Came to Being There It so happens I befriended a woman for many circumstantial reasons. For one, of all the random chances in the world, she became the girl-friend of my close male friend of some 40 years in California. They visited us here on numerous occasions where we discovered we both were from Casablanca and spent much of our lives literally blocks apart separated by 15 years of anniversaries. We spoke French as fluently as native-born except that her ancestry predated mine in that country by centuries. During a decade and a half long friendship we communicate and visit respectively in California and France. Her daughter marries a Parisian who works at the Café Bataclan when suddenly ratata-tat tat-tat the bay windows crash in torrential sheets. ~~~ Alex Nodopaka NovemberÓ2015