I was rolling north on Stemmons Freeway in Dallas, somewhere between Walnut Hill, and Royal Lane, going back to the office after lunch.  The car, 1975 orange Honda Civic, with those black and white hounds tooth checked seats.  I was listening to the radio, and at about 1 oçlock, I heard the news.  I found myself in that never land, where everything is strange, and had to pull off the road.  It seemed unreal to me - like he never existed, but he'd always existed.  The rest of that day, I was in total denial.  It had to have been a mistake.