It was a bright Saturday evening in Connecticut. I was sitting on the steps of the Library, speaking with Prince Cheemese. Unfortunately, I had missed the big parade in the city (can’t remember what the event was). We were speaking and laughing and looking at the people as they passed by.
A tall, dark lady, with a streaming black hair passed, or rather, strode by. Prince Cheemese said, “well, well, well! The Airforce is in town today!”
Now that I think about it, where were all those other angels?
