To: Howlin
I was just going to ask you to post that picture. My god, shivers went up my back as I read this one.
To: A Citizen Reporter; Dog; Howlin
Sometime in the not-too-distant future, a small cortege will leave a funeral home in Little Rock. The hearse, followed by one car, will wind its way slowly through the streets, not even attracting the attention of the loafers outside the pool hall. As it approaches the site of the former Clinton Library,now in disrepair, the middle-aged daughter of the late 42nd President of the United States will look out the window of her limousine. There on the corner will be an elderly lady, white-haired and slightly stooped, wearing a faded "Bush/Cheney" t-shirt. As the hearse passes by, the old lady stands very straight for a moment,nods, and smiles. Her children come and lead her back to their car.That old lady will be me.
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