He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

and said so. A name that still meant something to people who had earned the right to remember it. A record that now existed in official language, in a file that would follow the right people into their futures.

I drove home with the windows down. The city moved around me in its ordinary way, indifferent and alive and full of people who had no idea continue reading …