Rene Cigler Tribute

I am cleaning out my desk at work and come across an old article from the Cleveland Plain Dealer. It is old, dated 1995, paper is yellowing but as I unfold it a steady stream of vivid images begins to swim through my mind. Of many few stand out.

Back then, many were intimidated, but the platinum blonde moved right toward me on the dimly lit dance floor of Nine of Clubs. Rene wasn’t intimidated by my dance style, rather she was prepared to challenge my style and keep up with any moves I would make. Her strong confidence, character and gentle smile were instantaneously woven into the fabric of my existence. That moment will never be forgotten.

There she goes; you know it is Rene driving that unmistakable Mustang down Clifton Avenue. I beep the horn on my old SAAB, she waves hello and drives on…………………

My deepest heartfelt sympathy to her family and friends