Sunday, April 28, 2013
Memories. I first met Phyllis in the summer of '77. I was visiting New York for the first time with my future husband, her eldest son Thomas. I was 21, and she was about the age I am now. What can I say? She was a good lady, but she should have warned me about him. I had no ideathat he was homosexual. Nor did most other people, but she knew. Rest in peace, Filomena. You and your children did me dirt, but I guess it doesn't matter now.
