This requires meditation.
What comes forward?
(How to Buy a VW was
my yogi in 1969.)
Oooooooooooooommmm...

Evan connects with me. And
most likely, most everyone.
Most certainly with Ms. Vera.

He listens.
He sees.
Rarely for self promotion.
A rarity in NYC or LA.
Then, sometimes.
More lately. In a healthy way.

No longer a Connecticut
farm boy with goats.
Who, at age 9 gave me
tadpoles to grow in Gotham.
To feed crickets and draw.
I was 32, 38 years ago.

Evan, the White Clown.

Ooooooooooooh, Frank!