A Writer Becomes An Orphan

On November 27, 2012 at 2:25pm, the man who called me "Bugsy" took his last gasp. I can't really call it a breath. Image courtesy of FREEBigPictures.com It wasn't extraordinary, but the manner in which the air left his body was. Maybe someone would say that the sound had the "air of finality." Or maybe … Continue reading A Writer Becomes An Orphan