I was in Hawaii on a family vacation in the spring of 1991 when I heard the news that put me into a very sad and contemplative mood for the rest of the trip and for the weeks that followed. I can still remember the moment that I heard the news.
I was alone in the condo because I was exhausted and I needed to get some rest. I stayed behind while my (then) husband and the kids went out for the afternoon. I had the TV on but wasn’t really paying attention. I remember that it was a telethon or some such show to raise money for AIDS research/awareness. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I heard Richard Thomas say something to the effect of “in memory of the late Arturo Islas whom we just lost. His death is a great loss to the world of…
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Wasted Days And Wasted Nights 
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