"I am surprised. The weather is very fine over there."
Dying of meningitis at the age of thirty-three, Brian Henry breathed his last in a run-down hotel room on Bleecker Street. According to his neighbor, a young prostitute named Lilly who cared for him until his death, he always wanted to visit Trinity, New Mexico, birthplace of the atom bomb. When he died, that's where Lilly assumed he was headed.