I didn't start it but I sure saw it. It first came into view all the way from El Monte as I drove to a friend's pad in Temple City. This pic was taken from the 210.
It didn't stop us from queing it up though. There were more pressing issues at hand. I was visiting a friend whose father recently died of cancer. He'd been battling it for a few months now. Death--and ironically the transition of a person's life--has a weird way of bringing people close. We learn from those who die and sometimes their death and life teaches us more about life, love, and humanity then when their physically being is with us. The beauty is that somehow, in an unexplainable way, they still keep giving us life-altering (life-sustaining) gifts even if it's just their memory that blazes along side of us, which has the potential to clear paths and make room for the new.
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