AC|DC 2.1
September 2, 2025
Two Figures by Vera Podell
We didn’t fight the night before Richard left.
That was a routine and unbearably unmemorable morning. Richard had an early flight to Toronto where he was supposed to perform. It was my long-anticipated weekend alone. I don’t remember – but I probably was half asleep, finally, after a bout of insomnia, when he kissed me and said goodbye and I might have mumbled something like ‘See you soon’ and the next time I saw him, he was buried under the rubble of something that appeared to be a car just a few hours earlier. Continue Reading