The Miracle by Dagney Wilde It has been hailed, by some, as a miracle. Celebrated, by others, as a day of reckoning. And viewed, almost universally, as an Act of God. As to which god: the jury is still out. Much merrymaking ensued--and to be sure, much trepidation: The rallies and parades that commemorate the Event are, at times, still offset by protest and riot, both ahead and behind. Holiday. There was jubilee, and there are tears. The effects on the entertainment world have been substantial, and for the most part positive: Stock in Disney has soared-Dennis Franz is unemployed. And a popular prime-time, real-life docu-drama has been cancelled, after a considerable lack of success in reruns. And crime is at an all-time low. Yes, it seems that no one really missed them. The confused and staggered funerals that have continued over the weeks, and months, and years have been solemn, sardonic affairs. Never more than close family. And never (after the first year) disrupted by frenzied media coverage. A dedicated search for uniforms has endured, more a persistent pastime than anything else-a game for children. An oft reported curiosity, especially when one should be discovered in an awkward, humorous, or embarrassing place. And the public, it seems, will never tire, never bore, of the most oft-posed question in the celebrity world. Grown men and women tune in nightly, to laugh and to bond, and to reminisce as their favorite actors and actresses are asked that infamous question, "Where were you the day that all the cops disappeared?" Fin. "Dagney Wilde is a writer living in Los Angeles. Several "bad experiences" and traffic violations prompted her to take pen to paper and write The Miracle, her first attempt at fiction since her recent incarceration." HOME CONTENTS