Author Reynolds Price died this week. He spent the last (very productive) thirty years of his life relegated to a wheelchair as a result of lifesaving treatments for spinal cancer.
He once stated that the one thing that could have helped him through the initial stages of paraplegia, was if someone he respected had looked him in the eye and spoken the following words.
"Reynolds Price is dead, who do you propose to be tomorrow?"
Munk's opening line...
The new sergeant reeked of malicious intent--I was drawn to him.
Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk
Today's musical pick, chosen as a companion piece to Calamity Song from the Decemberists' new album.
Talk About the Passion by REM--Murmur.
