Keith Morrison

And a nightmare's worth of terrors.

I could have been killed that day.

And would bring together an unlikely band of friends, old and new, in a fight to right a terrible wrong.

And then a miracle happened.

But no, in 2009, it was just an ordinary summer day.

No sign of Providence anywhere.

Just Mary reminiscing about the old days and friends long since gone away.

And, well, you know how it is.

A person wonders.

Not such an uncommon thing among people who grew up, as Mary did, in northeast Detroit.

But that particular summer day, Mary was in a mood to remember the good times, good friends.

And on Facebook, there was something called the Northeast Detroit Alumni Group.

So what did you do in this group on Facebook?

Including a couple of brothers, old friends from the neighborhood, who she remembered with a twinge, did not turn out so well.

Tommy and Ray Hires went to prison, in fact, for murder.

Mary followed the case way back then in 1987, remembers just how she felt when they were found guilty.

Didn't sound like them to you?

Anyway.

There she was thinking about them again, fondly.

So she wrote a line about missing them whenever she hears a certain song on the radio.