The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Annals of Crime #56


Original Caption:

Pittsburgh -- With her door key for a weapon, Mrs. Hilda Hess of Pittsburgh strikes the fighting pose with which she whaled the tar out of a young thug who snatched her purse. Mrs. Hess, a former barmaid, chased the robber for several blocks, cornered him in an alley and gave him a going over until he returned her property. He then took to his heels. When he had vanished, Mrs. Hess looked in the purse and found that the sixty-some dollars she had in it had gone with the wind. (1947)

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