Joseph Reichert’s letter to the editor in the Feb. 21, BND couldn’t have been more informative or timely.
Like Joe, I had always thought of heroin as a problem in Harlem. Then in the late ‘70s the fashion industry coined the phrase “heroin chic.” It became popular to look like you were on heroin.
In the same paper was the obituary of my youngest brother, Jimmy. He lost his battle with heroin addiction. Fifty-two, white, Catholic, middle class upbringing, doesn’t fit the typical profile of “junkie.”
He is now at peace and I am left to answer the question, “Why Aunt Mag?” Honestly, I don’t know.
Mag Wells, Belleville