This is not the
beginning. The beginning is here.
This is the middle.
Go. Begin at the
beginning. That way, you’ll see the middle more clearly and anyway, the
beginning’s the better bit.
Here in the middle,
we flash forward twenty years. Two decades since that dark parking lot with its
red bricks and its singing nuns and by now there are two things I have learned.
First, Ray Hill made
the world a better world. No question. The world is better for his having been
here.
He’s a hero.
And second, you
should never meet your heroes.