They were certainly a pair. Cincinnati in a dead man’s suit, Mother in a dead man’s wallet.

“Hello, Josie,” they’d say with a half smile, followed by a sigh and sometimes a…”

“I felt as if I were riding a pendulum. Just as I would swing into the abyss of …”

“I wasn't certain of anything anymore, except that New Orleans was a faithless f…”

“What was life asking of me? How could I respond when I didn't know the question?”