by Sally Reno
Saturday afternoon, Michaelji calls from Gainesville. It's very loud all around him.
I can't hear him clearly. I ask,
“Where are you?”
He says he's in a sports bar, about to watch a prize fight. I add this up: Michael has had no drink, no cigarette, no illicit drug and very little illicit sex since September 14, 1989.
“You're where?” I ask. It seems so incongruous.
“I'm in hell,” it seems that he says, “hoping that you might want to join me here.”
“I'm on the balcony,” I say. “I could jump and be there with you shortly.” He sighs,
“That would be very nice.” He says this very sweetly. And I can hear him clearly now.
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Sally you have totally intrigued me and I want more....
So touching. I love this. *
This how the ordinary can transcend the ordinary- so simply, with such wry grace.
Bless thee, Susan, Ann, Gary!
yes. intriguing. great stuff.*
Thanks, James.
I like that "I'm in Hell"
and the response is 'I'll jump from the balcony and join you'
Wry, beautiful, very close ... can hear the bar behind on the telephone line. Very touching--
Thanks, Bud. Very much appreciated.