Some graffiti appeared under the bridge by my house.
Jono texted me this photo recently. I love it. I look so happy.
He reminded me in his text about a story we frequently laughed about later, it was so serendipitously funny, and was apparently the site of this photo. We were at our friend Ty’s church seeing a play called Heaven’s Gates, Hell’s Bells. It was especially ghastly in hell.
Afterward Jono said to a kid in the row in front of us, Sup junior? To which the boy replied, How you know my name? What’s your name? Jono asked. Tunde, the boy said.
The boy had heard Tunde for Junior but it all went to show one of the things I love most about Jono, his beguiling way of creating magical moments with strangers.