My daughter’s birthday is in two short days. Where in the world did 24 years go? And to think, she feels old. Come on!!!
This is not about that.
I was birthday present shopping for her these last few hours.
This is also not exactly about that either.
Then a shiny gray hearse passed us, followed black limousines of loved ones, we guessed. With smart phone in hand, the cab driver “googled” the incident.
Cabbie: “It’s Jane Bryne.”
Me: “Didn’t she die a while ago?”
Cabbie: “Only a few days ago.”
Me: “I had no idea. I remember when she was Mayor.”
And I do remember exactly when. Her four year term coincided precisely with my stint in college.
Rest in Peace, Jane.