12/08/2017 § Leave a comment
I dreamed I was lying on my back in an alley in Lower Queen Anne, and Jan Prashker walked over to me. She wore a combination of grey, white and red and looked healthy and happy.
“I’m so happy you’re my friend,” she told me. And I rose to embrace her. “How is Dave [Rosenbloom]?” I asked.
“He’s good!” she beamed.
And I woke thinking “Wow, I miss Jan. I should talk to her.” Then I remembered she died in 2003 of a brain tumour and I’m wondering about Dave Rosenbloom her partner, and I’m wondering now about my health.