She would always shout “Fire in the Hole!”

Loud above the crowd

To set another shot up.  Cuervo. Tequila.

“Fire in the Hole”, always as a reverberating expectation.

 Fire in the Soul.

My most memorable time with Sunny was spent on the afternoon of 911 as we sorted out new visions for America in a bar she called “the Bing”.  Youthful and fiery always, she matched my spirit of warrior defiance on that most tragic day.

Now comes a report from Your_Conscience that Sunny , aka LonelyLittleChic is gone.

May she be blessed forever.