Sleep Dream. I’m at a Denver Latvian gathering. Like a party, lots of people. I’m a curiosity-filled outsider. Not angst-ridden about not fitting in, but fully realizing that I’m not part of this crowd. It seems that the party is taking place at 623 Elati. It appears that Varimants has bought the house. Randy J. makes eye contact with me and walks up. He is extremely friendly and effusive. His eyes sparkle. I realize that his hair has no gray, that it is a darker shade of reddish brown than I remember. “It is SO good to see you, after all these years!” he says. read more »