Quote of the Day (3rd of August)

Two other boats—another urchin fisherman and a day-tripper—were there in minutes, men shouting and leaping into the water, taking hold of Greg and Mickey and her too and hauling them on deck, the wind crying out and the sun fixed like a rivet in the sky to mark the time, ten-thirty in the morning, August 3, 1984, the moment she became a widow like her mother before her, and Alma, fifteen years old and browning under the sun at Venice Beach while the musclemen spilled out of Gold’s Gym and the freaks and punks and street musicians plied their trade along the boardwalk, lost her father forever.

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