The Rose
Cathy really liked David. No—she really liked him. It had started the way most things did at Central High in
Cathy really liked David. No—she really liked him. It had started the way most things did at Central High in
Spring came slowly to Minneapolis in 1969. The snow had melted weeks earlier, but the earth still seemed to remember
The photograph could have been taken on any warm summer Saturday afternoon in the early 1970s on the Southside of
The sun had been sitting on South Minneapolis all day like a heavy hand. By late afternoon the air above