My assignment for the magazine put me into his inner circle, where I could sit and observe first-hand what his life was like. I had five days with him.
It was fascinating.
He was remarkably laid back and kind. He answered my questions thoughtfully and, to my eyes, didn’t try to hide any of himself behind a facade.
I particularly remember his delight when “Satellite of Love” came on, he sang along for a bit.
“That’s one of my all time favorite songs,” I told him.
Smiling, he said “Well, I didn’t write it..”
The biggest surprise were the young, cynical and utterly ordinary guys who made up his inner circle. I could tell they resented my presence there and caught one of them sneering, weasel like, on more than one occasion.
…when I woke up today, I felt a lingering sense of wonder and gratitude for having the opportunity to spend that personal time with him.
And then, looking at my phone, I saw the news.
I don’t know why I dreamt of him.
I puzzle over it.
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