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I come in colors...
In 1972 on Mt. Hood, I met a girl named Dana Via. She was tall and blonde, with a glowing spirit. She
left quite an impression on me, and I still wonder where she is and how she's doing. She was
psychic and could see auras. She told me one day she had trouble recognizing my aura, as it seemed to change colors; she said I was like a rainbow. I related
this to another friend, who started calling me "Rainbow". One day I was talking to her about my
buddy Susan back home in New Orleans. Danea said, "What is her name again? Buckwheat?" (What do you expect from someone
who sees the future?) I laughed my ass off! I guess she envisioned Susan's wild, dark hair...or maybe it was one
of those self-fulfilling prophecies, because I started calling Susan Buckwheat from that day on. Anyway, my friends started calling me Rainbow, and it kinda stuck with me for many years. (I
even have a godchild named Rainbow Freedom. Seriously: that's her legal birth name.) Now that I'm older, only a few select
friends call me Rainbow when they're feeling sentimental or crazy. Buckwheat's one of them. "Bucky"
can call me Rainbow anytime...she's one of those people imprinted on my heart.
*Update: After Katrina, my niece Lauren set us all up on MySpace
to keep in touch. I caught the social networking bug and ventured over to Facebook soon after. Through Facebook, I reconnected
with so many old friends. One of them is Dana Via!
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