Dead is . . .
Dead is . . . I peddled my bike home one night across the open field from the Perris DZ to the Ghetto after a fun, but very long summer day doing AFF and tandem jumps, but I didn't go straight home.
I stopped to drink some jug wine and play a game of chess with Larry Yohn. On the way out of Larry's place I bumped into Greg Hunter who wanted to show me his latest camera helmet and we had a few beers. After that I ran into Mark Sechler and we smoked a joint and laughed about nothing and everything for probably a half an hour.
After stumbling out of Mark's place I ran into James Martin and we talked about something funny that happened on the DZ that day. After that I went back to the drop zone with Bad Spot Bill in his truck to hear Harley Powell play his guitar in the Bombshelter. Claude is sitting at the bar and as always he greeted me warmly.
They are all, everyone of them, dead.
They all meant something special to me and, indeed, to everyone else they touched. I will never forget them.
Sweet Dreams Roger . . .
All my love and support Rook and Misty.
Nick Di Giovanni
BASE 194
D-8904