A First-Hand Account

Ken’s Last Dance: A fellow regular at the Sundance Saloon dance hall recounts the story of my friend Ken’s Last Dance.  Just Friday, Ken stopped at the full color printer across from my desk to get comps and on his way by snatched a miniature Reese’s peanut butter cup from my candy dish with his usual devilish twinkle and grin. It still doesn’t seem real…doesn’t seem possible that he’s gone.