Felix Antonio, AKA "nene," had carved his crooked initials into the hard wood of the tree long before Joza Karas played Bocherrini at the altar, carving the ancient notes with his violin into the hard air of an August night in an ancient church, and the Harley just outside the doors carved its hard thunder on the sticky night just as Joza was finishing, a grand finale indeed.
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Rave, Just found this spot of yours and had to say "Hello!" and offer a bit or two. Ever so often on a warm night very late I hear that haunting sound of a Harley disappearing into the darkness, hills, and mist with a touch of envy and loneliness. The funeral story will have to wait.
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