Another page, another Union-Leader obit. in 1978 No problem. It was raspberry jam or raspberry filling, not blood.
And as hope of finding Kushner alive began to fade, questions about why he had been out there alone in the first place began to grow louder — and while Paul doubted if the State of Colorado had money enough to finance a buddy system for its vehicle police, they were obviously combing the area for Kushner in pairs. A damned hard one. She had two packages of paper, and she held one up in each hand, smiling. BIRT! The kid turned the corner and was gone. He switched custody of his cloth cap to his left hand solely, and with his right produced a giant red handkerchief from his pocket. He put the towel aside, flexed the hand for awhile (the first few times made him grimace with pain, but then the hand began to limber up), and started to write again. Websites