I Found Her

I was going to title this blog ‘Camping With Rena Easton’ but, then started composing about what a great camper she was. Why? Why was she so great? The answer is…..I found her, in a doorway, near the Venice Pier, at 2:30 A.M. For the next fifty days she went everywhere I go, slept where I slept, and ate what I ate. We lay down on floors, in a backyard, in a tent. We both had nowhere to stay. We were rarely apart. She would not let me in the water with her. I still wonder why.

When she glided out of that doorway, I suppressed a gasp. She took my breath away. It was impossible to look at her. I had to look away to gain my composure. Now she asks;

“Can I walk with you?”

To this day, this is the most profound question ever sent my way. I suppress…