Elegy For The Anti_Christ 
Earlier today, in New York City, an older gentleman walked into the main room of the deli full of people, grabbing a late lunch, the same time as the Faery King.
Cynthia and I accompanied my sister Susan for her Chemo today. This was a very difficult day in her recovery because of stomach distress, the under prescribing of meds and fever.
As Susan is one very tough lady, one very tough and loving Alpha female, a self-made woman, a biker poet of the kind, who can make one dream of free and open roads, metaphorically and other wise.
It is quite painful watching her battle Hodgkin's Disease and being humbled by anything, to be perfectly honest.
Apparently from the reaction in the Deli, to my reaction, (wink-although we all do grieve differently) it was very quiet for other reasons than that news flash, as it would turn out that this was the first many of us was hearing the news of his being as dead as a puppet.
The thoughtful elderly man made the comment about how sad it was that they had found Falwell dead on the floor, all alone like they did, going on about how he had touched so many lives.
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