I knew a young woman back in the 1970’s, seeking, for whatever reason, to leave her past behind.
She had red hair, possibly natural, and fair skin.
One day, skimming the Sunday paper (remember those?), her eyes fell upon an ad for a big sale,
and she found a perfect new name, to suit her adopted Irish identity.
She became, for all the time I knew her, anyway…
Patty O’Furniture.
July 17, 2015
I knew a young woman back in the 1970’s, seeking, for whatever reason, to leave her past behind.
She had red hair, possibly natural, and fair skin.
One day, skimming the Sunday paper (remember those?), her eyes fell upon an ad for a big sale,
and she found a perfect new name, to suit her adopted Irish identity.
She became, for all the time I knew her, anyway…
Patty O’Furniture.