first thing that I heard was a song outside my window and the traffic wrote the words
Tuesday, March 1st, 2005As of 4pm today, a little bit of Eugene passed away. A person everyone knew but not her story. Hatoon was the lady we all had different nicknames for, “the lady who sleeps in the library,” “that crazy bag lady,” “that lady who was talking to herself,” you know how it goes. From what I [...] Read more »
