MARY COLLIER FLEET 

I took the circuitous route to my original intent. I once lived in a town where Art was mayor. Art was blind in one eye and had one leg shorter than the other. He drove an old Cadillac, careening along the back roads, spitting gravel. Art was a menace. Art was dangerous. No one said anything though because of Art’s afflictions. Art’s wild ways were understandable. Still. I can say truthfully, that Art almost killed me a number of times. Imagination saved me. mary collier fleet