NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued

March, 2010

BUFFALO, NY

The early afternoon was tame and typical of many in March on the Niagara Frontier: thin grey overhead and about fifty degrees. Neither heat, cold, wind, nor brilliance would distract from my thinking, and I had plenty of it to do.

I can't tell you whether my dominant emotion was fear or shock. My mind was working so fast in images and impressions that it takes a lot of words to describe my ...