A painting by Edwin White (dated 1861) shows a man in a cabin seated before a fire. Make that lounging in front of a fire. A black kettle sits deep within the hearth, in licking flames of playful oranges and yellows, leaping and glowing. Warm. Inviting. Natural.
Neglect and inaction slew our loved ones. Mowed them down like lawn. But if Freddie Mercury is in his grave, so is Mayor Koch. May God rest their souls. Don't we wish them all back again, oh so ardently and with so many tears, don't we wish?