my wife cried at that very old mulatto woman last nite in baton Rouge who was so happy to get a bed
and the little black girl with the dangerously ill 5 day old baby
or the old black man in Biloxi who lost his wife
it goes on and on.
there are tissues on our coffe table
I just try to stare ahead and be a man....it ain't easy.
Its almost like the people who died are the lucky ones...