Greetings From The Other Side

I’d occasionally run into Brian standing in front of the Shubert Theater. A gregarious sort of fella, with wavy hair and smiling eyes.   I’d wave to him and he’d happily wave back, adding his unmistakable personal touch, “How are those headaches of yours?”  I’d continue on my journey to the Port Authority anxious to tell my husband I had seen his cousin.  I still feel his presence in Shubert Alley, as if guarding his beloved theater.  This morning when I passed by, I whispered, “I attended your baby’s wedding.  She was radiant.”  He replied, “I know.  I saw you there.”

 

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