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  • How many years has it been since I've even thought about Dave? He was a Viet Nam Vet who, like many, came back a whole different person. I never knew him before he went over but at his funeral that's what they said. Ninety nine percent of the times I saw him, he was either stoned or looking to get stoned. Like a lot of us in the seventies but Dave especially. I can still hear his voice,"Hey man....far out man...that's some good shit man..." Dave was the kind of guy who would give you the shirt off his back. Wouldn't hurt a fly. He had a guru for chrissake. He survived 'Nam and then joined Viet Nam Veterans Against the War when he got home.
    He was brutally murdered in '76. Stabbed multiple times and left lying in the street they said. His funeral is a blur except I remember some guy in a suit sang the worst version of Amazing Grace I've ever heard. Last I heard, they never caught the guy who killed him-no known motive.
    Fast forward 36 years. I dream we're riding in a driverless van-maybe a modern version of a hippie van. We hugged each other like two kindred spirits reunited for a brief visit while the veil of fog lifted between our worlds. No expectations. Just peace.
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