i first ran into this gentleman in berlin. it was the late 70s and we were all so innocent, weren't we. he bested me there, took my left hand. our paths would cross once more, eleven years later, in seattle. el dia de los muertos: day of the dead. we danced our tango of blood and sinew, alone, the stars our mute witn… Read more

i first ran into this gentleman in berlin. it was the late 70s and we were all so innocent, weren't we. he bested me there, took my left hand. our paths would cross once more, eleven years later, in seattle. el dia de los muertos: day of the dead. we danced our tango of blood and sinew, alone, the stars our mute witnesses. i came away from that evening with a newfound respect and a promise. we will meet again, lynn, and next time we will end this.