1937 The music swings in the pub. It's Benny Goodman's "Sing, Sing, Sing". The flapper gals and the swing kids dance, oblivious to the world outside. The time is long ago, and there is no need to place it. I am in a situations where I do not quite belong. Sitting on a bar stool. [...]
The giant pipe organ filled the church with the sound of the opening hymn as the priest walked slowly down the center aisle. He was led by two altar boys in long white robes. The first one held a golden cross on a staff high overhead. Behind him the next boy carried a thick leather [...]
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