Flo-Jo
I always liked Florence Griffith-Joyner, the great US track athlete from the late 80s and early 90s, and I was shocked when she suddenly died. Here’s a pretty amazing article about Al Joyner and his incandescent love for Florence. Dreams were her gift. Every morning, she’d wake up and tell her husband, Al, how she’d dreamed about angels or daughters or catastrophe. Good or bad, she’d always wake up with a story to tell — until the day she never woke up at all. Al never had that gift. His dreams were vague, or they’d escape him 20 seconds intoDown the rabbit hole….
