“–Industrial Disease, “Why Fall In Love?” She worked at the Record Stop and her name was Lissa. I write this down because they’re both gone now. Something should remain, even if it’s only the fragment of my memory. Call this my love story to Lissa. And the Stop. I do miss them both. Maybe you do, too. Of course, the first time I tried to get her attention, I was looking at her name badge sideways and I got it wrong. I called out “Hey Lisa,” and her manager cranked his head sideways and gave... me a “you moron” look. But he didn’t say anything. They called him “The Master,” which was also the name of the alternative radio show he did late night on the local public radio station. “It’s Lissa,” she corrected softly, drawing out the “S” as a smile lit up that wan, thin face. She had dark wide eyes shadowing a face barely wide enough to encircle them. Her chin was narrow and her hair an intricate black maze of braids and colored beads. I think I loved her the first time I saw her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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