Memorial

Pen Pals

A requiem

Photo by author

John Miller (“Miller Man”) and I were pen pals. We never wrote to each other. It was a different type of pen pal. We exchanged pens, actual pens, every time we saw each other. His were always blue Arapahoe Basin pens he copped from the ticket desk. Mine were pens I acquired from anyplace I went. Banks, realtors, trade shows, restaurants, mortuaries, bars, other bars, and other bars. I traded…