Do is not a dear, darling, if Ray is not, a drop of golden sun.
First and foremost this is a song and dance act, in fact, divine comedy; Nature gets to pick the last laugh, and who laughs - last.
I’m just guessing as usual, no prophet...For sure.What these hills are alive with, is up to the beholder. I call them as I see them, I read them and weep. I believe I did some of my best work, ever, this week.
Raytheon5 is not a one man show, but it is based on one man:
Raytheon5 is for sale (note to self) and inspired by OS, right here in this space. I am quite sure Ray will not mind my non-fiction creative homage to Kurt Vonnegut, as I attempt to peck out , professionally and creatively, a thickening post of Cold War, or Permawar, history.
Ray may or may not not be a drop of golden sun, but Me is a name I call myself; a person who I have tried, tried, and tried again to grow into in a time and place that I did not get to choose. I say I saw Ray...see that light inside himself, as we not worked at counter intelligence, on the west side of Asbury Park; a place that was replaced as ground zero on 9/11/01. Perhaps a cosmic shift smacked down the flames that burned living souls right there, in me and Ray’s works place; I’m no prophet, I’m a historian, looking back to 2000 when I, emerged from seven years of picture making back to do, what I still do, just not as much of, today.
What was then the razor’s edge, is something else now, better, on both sides of the bay; trust me, victory. A Freedom towers, above, and a gay, Peruvian crossdresser below. This is a happy ending. (Note to self)