Uncategorized What He Taught Me Then Is What Remains Still By Tom Zampino - November 25, 2016 0 795 Facebook Twitter Google+ Pinterest WhatsApp He couldn’t tell me his name. He could barely speak at all. But he sang at me. Man could he sing. A natural baritone who could, For a few moments at least, Cast out the wheezing, The seizures, The fits of choking Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)