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It was the summer of 1964. Jack and Margaret Logan were expecting their first child. On July 31st they welcomed Adelinde Marciella.
At a young age Adelinde showed a love of the arts. When she was two, she could hum along to Handel and Mozart. She could also color inside the line of a coloring book.
Her father, Jack, was a professor at the local university. One day he brought Adelinde to school with him. While talking with his colleague Dr. George Martin, Martin observed Adelinde coloring and humming one of Vivaldi's operas.
"Jack how old is your daughter?"
"Almost three. Why do you ask?"
"Well have you ever thought of enrolling her in some kind of music classes or something? And where in hell did she learn to sing like that?"
"I don't know. It's like she was born with talent."
Throughout the years Adelinde studied art and music until she was 15. Her father took a job in the states in some little po-dunk town in Missouri.
She was enrolled in regular classes and met some interesting people. Her friends weren't the kind that you would want to take home. Since the move, Lindy, as she wanted to be called now, had started rebelling. Her grades and artistic talents did not suffer as she was completely blessed with smarts, but Lindy and her friends had started dabbling in drugs.
It started small, but worked its way up to acid. Everyone seemed to like that trip the best. By the time they were supposed to graduate, Lindy was the only one that got there and not only that, she was the valedictorian. Can you imagine a strung out valedictorian?
Lindy and two of her friends decided to get out of dodge and went to New York. It was the summer of 1982. Lindy's parents thought she was going to go to school there. They made the living arrangements and said good bye.
Since Lindy still loved art, she decided to get a job at a little museum called The Art Abbey. In 1992, she was given the opportunity to take over as curator. Lindy was still dipping in acid with her two friends. She was very surprised that they hadn't overdosed yet, but at least she had someone to get trippy with.
For an early birthday present, she went to The National Gallery of Canada. One of her favorite artists was in the showcase. On November 12th, 1999, she would meet a man that would change her life completely.
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When she returned back to New York, she played with selling the museum. Finally she found a buyer that would keep the museum’s new hours and not change a whole lot of things. Lindy wanted the museum to stay as she remembered it. The buyer was Randy of all people.
Lindy kept feeling a strong pull to Denver. She put off going for several years. Who did she know? No one, or so she thought...