I remember when I saw the Rockettes on stage at Radio City Music Hall in New York City. I remember standing there in Oklahoma (Ft. Sill) and yes, the wind did come “sweeping down the plain.” I remember that elevator ride (The Fuller Building in New York, N.Y.) with Diana Ross and I remember those two feral dogs that sized me up, along on a Pennsylvania trail.
I remember when I saw those Little Metalmark butterflies, they nectaring on beyond tiny yellow wildflowers, along that road in Shellman Bluffs, Georgia. First I remember how tiny they were. How can a butterfly be that tiny? Too, I remember how their up close beauty surpassed the works of Tiffany, Cartiers and such.
Who amongst you have seen Little Metalmark butterflies? Thanks to Nancy and John, I have seen them. Will never forget them.