The Alien
    

Okay, so I don't know who this guy is.  Some anonymous alien type who often shot me sideways
glances.  Still, somehow, he got done what we wanted done.  Could be that concoction
he always drank every day, starting in the morning, on the half hour,
until the sun set--of course, he always called it coffee, but, I think he lived close enough
to Mt. Rainier for our eyebrows to raise and our minds to wonder about him.  I can't
say who he is.  His name and his face are not supposed to go together at
any one time.  I heard he lost some of his high frequency hearing, but you know,
I think he can hear the heartbeat of a dream better than most people.
Wonder how the hell he's doin' these days....