"How do ya' know?" I said.
We clung to the chain-link fence and watched the plane descend.
I kept an eye out for security.
Mitch didn't care.
"Ya' know Jimmy, that coulda' bin' me except for one year." Mitch said.
I watched him and that one thought seemed to pull him tighter to the
I left the car doors open in case we had to get out of there quick. The radio
played Frankie Valli's Rag Doll.
The huge plane hit the ground raising blue explosions of brake smoke and
It taxied gracefully to a stop and its harrowing engines shut down.
Mitch neared the top of the fence with his binoculars.
“Hey, hold me up a second.”
“Ya’ see anything?” I said.
“Yeah, the lift is letting down now.”
Six marines proceeded diligently up the ramp.
“Well?” I said.
Mitch said nothing.
“Hey, I’m gonna’ let go in a minute. I can’t do it much longer.”
“There! There he is! I just know it!” Mitch said.
The marines carried out the flag-draped casket in a solemn choreography.
I could see Mitch make The-Sign-Of-The-Cross.
Then I knew.
He lowered himself to the ground and put his arms around me.
I still remember his heart beat and Frankie Valli’s Rag Doll.