You know what's addicting? Indexing. I cannot get enough of it. Right now I'm doing obituaries. Tonight I did Arthur Ashe. Don't know who he is? I didn't, but Dan did. He was a pioneering black athlete in tennis. He suffered from a major heart attack when he was very young and during his heart surgery, he was infected with the AIDS virus through a transfusion. He lived with it for four years before anyone in the public found out about it. When someone was going to break the story in the news, he decided to pre-emptively take it there himself. After that, he became an AIDS activist as well.
Know who else I did? This guy: Edward Marecak. He was an American artist who, during his first showing lost all of his art when the gallery owner died and the IRS seized what was in the gallery. After that he was very careful to the point that he wasn't very well known. After his death, his wife helped put his work out in the public eye.
http://www.bookart.com/marecak_essay.html
This is my favorite piece. A little bit "American Gothic" meets something all together wonderful.
Carl Edward Blaurock is another of the souls that had passed on from this world. He was a mountain climber from Colorado that climbed all of the famed Fourteeners in Colorado-- 54 mountains over 14,000 feet. When he would summit, he would do a handstand so that he could say that his feet went higher than anyone else's on that mountain.
How about a sweet bus driver who would make up a batch of cheese sandwiches every morning to take on her route to feed the hungry.
Or the husband who found out he had a brain tumor while his wife was dying of leukemia.
Oh, the stories. Oh, the lives.
I love them!
My favorite name I've come across is Spitznogle.
Yes. My favorite.
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