#55, The Other Ananda.

The other Ananda was actually the first Ananda. He was a friend of my mom's when i was in high school; during the days when she still drank and stayed up all night with all sorts of interesting characters. He had dark brown skin, and was from Canada, but i think his ancestry was Japanese, somewhere. He mumbled erratically when he spoke, and always had a mess of black, tousled hair flying around his face, which made him difficult to understand most times. But he was damned entertaining. Always drinking whiskey and beer, playing cards or talking about literature or movies or records. He was a smart (but decidedly goofy) guy, and eventually moved back to Canada to work in the film industry. Sometimes he wrote my mom (and us) snail mail letters, which were always greatly appreciated. i loved him for that. Hope all is well with you, Ananda.