the silver screen of the old Lyceum Theatre.
Eat my first A&W Papa Burgers again
across from Polo Park, after Ice Capades,
Shrine Circus or the Ex.  Those hot, exotic
first sojourns down Grand Beach way.  The
sweet scent of train oil and tar on the tracks
leading up to the boardwalk.  Doing my
balancing act all along.  To see . . . my baba
again.  To see HER again.

Well, maybe this idea of life after death ain't
so bad after all.

But . . . what about the month-old baby that
dies at the hand of a brutal parent?  Abused
from day one?  Does that mean it will spend
eternity in bloody pain?

Requires a major attitude adjustment toward
pain.  One would have to find a positive
there.  Somewhere.

What's one man's food is another's poison?

Beauty in the eye of the beholder?

Truth in the eye of the beholder?