I just finished reading Matthew O'Brien's book Beneath The Neon, which is a story as the subtitle clearly suggests about "Life and Death in the Tunnels of Las Vegas." It got me thinking about stories, particularly about their beginning and endings; for more reason than that of their natural structure. But because I feel that beginnings and endings can be devastatingly sincere. His stories began with intrigue, mystery, possibility as most good stories should. His endings were honest, painful and in most cases profound. His endings were the kind of endings that make you pause before you turn the page, that make you take a deep sigh of introspection as you search your own thoughts for personal understanding, because what you just read you know, you understand and have found that intellectual conection that only good authors and sincere human beings can provide.