Where Rena And I Met

She came from Nebraska.

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I put Rena’s portrait up for viewing. It catches my attention – big time! This is how she looked when she approached me and asked;

“Can I walk with you?”

Somewhere

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Above is a photo of the last block on Washington Street that ends where the Venice Pier begins. In the 70s, every Friday and Saturday night young men whose girlfriends were knockouts, came here for a impromptu beauty contest. I do not know if this was going on when I met Rena in July of 10970. She was hiding in the dark doorway of one of these establishments at 3:00 A.M. in the morning. Her boyfriend had driven from Grand Island Nebraska to Los Angeles. I suspect he wanted to get his lover in the movies, or, perhaps, Playboy? Rena was waiting fore someone to come along – that she…

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I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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