Sporadically Brian

Fortunately, I made it through that gauntlet of pushing bodies without injury. Fortunately, most of that crushing crowd made it into the Omaha Civic Auditorium relatively unscathed as well. Well enough... as far as I [...]

The doors should have been opened by now. I have no sense of how long I've been standing here, but it's been hours. It's been hours since I could keep from being jostled by the [...]

The memory of what happened before, now comes back to me. --------------------------------------- Ha! My adult self this morning contemplates various mental processes. This thing called memory goes through me in ways which easily elude. Capturing [...]

I'm standing at the top of the stairs. The top of the stairs at Maria's two bedroom apartment above the one with the bloodstain. I'm looking down at Fred at the bottom of the stairs. [...]

My adult self is fascinated by the way my returning memory of the entire thing is affecting my perspective, my evolving judgement of Fred and who I think he my have been. -------------------------------------- The brilliance [...]

" ... I saw that Fred was playing this guy. It wasn’t that I was conscious of HOW he was playing his mark, that’s my adult self realizing it here and in this now." -------------------------------- [...]