As all narratives must, there is a beginning. Quo vadis Joe? I go to learn the lessons of a life lived. February found us in the land of bars; but the chief bar maker had turned in her apron. A life lived. A story told. As usual I found something to regret, having been pre-occupied during our last conversation. I missed a last chance to speak with her. I am in the center of the front row, having realized that she found hope and fulfillment in a daily affirmation of herself and others.
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