Author Anne McCaffrey dead at eighty-five.
I would love to say something profound. I'd love to say how much I enjoyed Mrs. McCaffrey's work. I would especially love to say what a grand person Mrs. McCaffrey was, despite never knowing her.
But all I can come up with is "FUCK."
I once sent Mrs. McCaffrey a pendant I made, with a little note. "'For those with wings, fly to your dreams.' We have, with you."
Who will we fly with now?
Edit:
PS: My boss' dog Molly died last Friday, too. Figures.
But all I can come up with is "FUCK."
I once sent Mrs. McCaffrey a pendant I made, with a little note. "'For those with wings, fly to your dreams.' We have, with you."
Who will we fly with now?
Edit:
PS: My boss' dog Molly died last Friday, too. Figures.