Not too long ago I was listening to the radio in Harrisonburg, Virginia (don't particularly remember the station, though now I'm told it was classic rock) and I heard my friend 'Lester Madivhan call in and win a prize.
This was interesting, mostly, because he used his penname, one only someone like me would know as I knew him in his incarnation as a poet, especially having published his poetry at my site.
I ran into him last night by serendipity in Charlottesville.
Yes, it had been him on the radio, and he'd called in with his penname because he'd won a prize through them already. (The ruse didn't work, by the way. He never got his second winnings.)
Why was he in Harrisonburg? He works maybe a half mile from where I live. Drives back-and-forth over the mountain every workday.
Reminds me I also posted the poetry of
Jade Catta-Preta, who is still a rather comely lass as you can see from her acting headshot.
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