This reading is dedicated to the memory of master silversmith Harold Fithian, friend and mentor of my youth, who died at the hands of an (as yet) unidentified gay-basher in 1972.  After thirty years, there is still no justice for my friend.  It doesn't appear now that there ever will be, and so the hurt goes on; but then so do the memories of this good man. 

                                    - Walter Rufus Eagles, 2002.XI.28