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May. 8th, 2003
One of the regular chatters, who goes by the nickname TomFDW made a silly mistake (which I don't remember), and typed, self mockingly:
*TomFDW sets self on fire.
And I said something like: "That's a strange hobby." and he said: "Not as strange as collecting the autographs of racetrack exercise riders."
Now... what's so wierd about that? Tom knows almost nothing about me -- we've only recently "met" -- and my uncle (my mother's younger brother) was an exercise rider for a racehorse trainer. He was shot and killed in Mexico in 1963. The official police report out of Tijuana concluded that it was suicide, but mother always suspected it was murder, and they just concluded it was suicide, so they wouldn't have to expend manpower trying to find the killer.
TomFDW didn't mean anything by it -- it was just a goofy, silly comment he "pulled out of the air." But of all the different permutations of goofy, silly, yet grammatically correct statesments he could have made, to make that particular one to me.... I dunno. Just struck me as rather eerie... ya know?
Oh, and the anniversary of Pete's death is June 7 ... the same day I'll be at the Art Garden...
Hmmm.
I wrote the following memorial to him last Samhain, and meant for it to be published in the local Pagan magazine. But that was around the time they stopped publishing creative writing :-/. I don't know how to include the whole collage I did to illustrate the piece, but here is what I think is the latest picture I have of Pete. In the photo I took it from, he is getting out of a truck with a horse's lead rope in one hand, so I think he was already working as a training rider by that time...
( Call Across Time's Gate )
