Frankly
I was excited
about going
to the funeral.
To see her face,
of course,
though static.
I'd been told
of her great beauty.
Auntie, who was
a cousin of the deceased
and first-rate admirer
of beauty in the flesh,
had told me everything--
how this cousin had
GOTTEN AWAY--
the results of her
marriages to men of rank,
in service to our country.
The death was early,
actually. Auntie implied
that that was a result
of fast-track living. I took
all this and more in.
Poor auntie.
She had no inkling
as to what lay in store
for her own life--
her own fast-track
living. But then,
who does?
We all talk, though.
How we talk.
Talk and talk.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
On February 20, 2003, pyrotechnics at a rock club in West Warwick, RI set off a devastating fire that roared through the crowded club, killing 100 people and injuring hundreds more. Gina Russo was one of the survivors, and she retells her harrowing e
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