Yesterday, I worked on my new used bicycle out in the garage. I bought a blue one like the one I exchanged for modeling secessions with Belle. I went looking for a reflector light, and found the picture of Hollis that I had at his memorial. I had sent a copy of it off to H’s sister, Rossetta, along with his American flag. While at the Post Office, I had a chance to be arrested with about twelve others. If Belle had told me she had been arrested with eleven others, then our destiny would no have been detoured. But, this is how the best stories go so one can get chills.

I put this pic on a shelf, then wondered why. It occurred to me Hollis and my work is not done, in this life, and our past life, because I think we are the reincarnations of the Miller…