Picture taken by the old man in the Garden District, New Orleans, not far from where he and Babs ran into John Goodman of all people, walking his dog, he said “nice lid,” John Goodman liked the old man’s bowler hat, which of course made for a nice story to tell their friends back in Chicago
If Pulp Buddhism was a graphic novel this would be issue number one, chapter one, but, alas I’m but the narrator of this story.
In writing a piece of fiction anything is possible.
In life, too.
“We begin with an illustration based on the picture of Rangjung Rikpe Dorje placing the Black Crown upon his head.”
Allen thinks out loud to himself.
“I already have someone in mind to ask to do the illustrations.”
“Pump your breaks.”
Jonathan and Allen go back to Freshman year in college at Southern Illinois University in Carbondale.
Carbondale, SIU-C 1976, Stevenson Arms, Animal House, these two were roommates and a lifetime later they are still best friends.
“Party school,” Sally replies, “and the plot thickens.”
I’m afraid this is going to have to be continued.
The old man isn’t feeling up to snuff today.
He and Babs had a great time at his son’s wedding in New Orleans but he is feeling a bit pooped out at the moment.
End scene. Fini.
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