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March 13, 2009

Friday

He was the luckiest guy in the world.

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July 5, 1939

"Lou? You awake?"

Lou opened his eyes and squinted against the late afternoon sun, Eleanor's silhouette ebon against the azure sky.

"Yeah. Just enjoying the sun on my face."

"We should pack up, don't you think?"

"Let's lie here a bit longer."

"Okay."

Eleanor looked at Lou's face in repose. There were more laugh lines than she remembered, but he still looked so young. It wasn't fair.

"Hey Ellie? What I said yesterday? I was wrong." He squeezed her hand; his grip felt strong as ever. "Today. Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth."

Posted by: R.A. Porter at March 13, 2009 2:17 AM · Permalink

He decided to quit smoking pot. They moved in together, to make a sober life in the heat and dust.

Ben named him to avoid jail time, but he wasn’t worried. It had been months since he smoked, and he was the luckiest guy around. When he was called in for questioning, he started worrying. The OSI behaved as though his guilt was a foregone conclusion.

They contacted a local attorney experienced in these matters. They couldn’t afford him and neither family would help. He said the military court would railroad him, even if she was pregnant. He was right.

Posted by: CaryRN at March 14, 2009 7:31 PM · Permalink