things eventually forgets there are any good ones.”
Last spring I returned for The Notebook clinic dedication at Mount Zion. The congregation and half the town attended in Sunday clothes, including waitress Kayla Dupree and the elderly diner patron who had half-risen during my arrest. Afterward, he approached and shook my hand. Legalarrest guides
“I should’ve said something that day,” he said. “I should’ve stood up.”
“You’re standing up now,” I said.
Aunt Lorraine walked down the aisle on her two feet, with a cane instead of a walker. She
