When you lie in bed at night, do you think about the same things that I do? Do you often
…when the people who have devoted their lives to entertain, inform and keep us alive eventually end up lying helplessly like spent like cartridges of a revolution, someone needs to lift them up the same way they lifted our spirits when we were low and warm their hearts the same way they warmed ours with their craft. When the curtains close in on them and they leave the stage, who will remember them?
I can’t help but notice the apparent gloom that’s found a home on many of our faces as we brush