Gosh, I guess Matthew G. must be busy with personal matters, we haven't heard a peep from him. So this post is for good ol' Charlie Collins, containing some stanzas to the 'Cherries in the Snow' ballad written in Mary's memory..........
In nineteen hundred and sixty-four
Around Washington, D.C.
There lived a woman named Mary Meyer
Just as pretty as she could be
She walked on down to the C & O
Wearin' her white gloves and hood
And like Red Ridin' she met a wolf
That was up to no good
Now this wolf did not use his teeth
He used a .38
A double-tap is what it was
That sealed poor Mary's fate
The years fly on
It's not today
Half-century gone by
We learned the truth from Lenny Bruce
But the Company learned us to lie
Oh, Mary Meyer, Mary Meyer (etc.)