MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
Nothing earth-shattering, just a good read on a Saturday evening. An interesting life with tales to tell ...
She went to London to collect her prize wearing borrowed stockings and cardboard in the soles of her shoes. There, as flashbulbs exploded, she became an international celebrity —the factory worker who had come into a fortune.
Ever-so-slightly eccentric ...
Mrs. Nicholson took pains to wear an outfit that matched whatever car she was driving. (Sometimes she bought the outfit to match the car and sometimes she bought the car to match the outfit, her son said.) And whether those cars were pink, green or any other hue, her beehive hairdo was likewise dyed to match.
If you wonder how the story ends, or are curious about the rest of the in-between, take a few minutes to read about Vivian.