Red died last week

The rain continues, late spring rain, battering the pomegranates and the cornflowers. Sunday morning a friend came with the news that Red had died in detox. He was 54, a wild and kind soul who danced in the streets, befriended the ravens, the wandering dogs, the environmentalists, the feral cats, and my own family. He was at many of the world protests, raging in the streets, dragging an elderly woman from beneath police horses (she turned out to be an official attendee at the event he was protesting). He was street wise, eccentric, brilliant. Says a friend "he had almost nothing--and he was willing to give it all away if someone needed it". Memorial on June 18, down the street, in a big vacant lot.