This week, Writing Boots have been marching boots, as we trudged day by day through memories of last March, April, May and June.
Now here to process all that, is the only man who possibly could—the Reverend Jim Ignatowski—look him up, kids—who inhabited my soul (and hair) one Tuesday morning late last April, I think.
Love this, David. And to think, I had never heard of this amazing character!