Jan Prashker

August 12, 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 2002 of a brain tumour and I’m wondering about Dave Rosenbloom her partner, and I’m wondering now about my health.

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