Memories of Russ
by Michelle M. Shirai
(Denver, CO)
Russell T. Jerin, guitar man.
It's very late at night. The sky is ablaze with fireworks. The sounds and smells envelop me. I miss you Russ! You died at 38 but I still feel the arms of an 8-year-old boy joyfully hugging me at each roaring round of colorful thunder.
