I’m thinking about my husband. I met him on Sunday, January 16, 1977, on a train heading north out of Grand Central on the way to Hudson. We were New York people, brought up listening to Ronnie Spector, street-corner wise-ass. It’s my great good fortunate that he’s still here, even as we mourn the passing of the fabulous Ronnie last week. He’s propped u…
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