Lonnie and Sol got together for expresso at the rainbow festival in a city with a name like
koal, of coal, as a mine had been once functional and producing. The mines were a very
controversial time and not a human rights glory-speak so everyone just called the town
by its history good or bad and pretty soon it worked to heal the wound, at least for
the time being. There was however a pride in dressing the cowboy, wardrobe......
Lonnie felt right at home and Sol the opposite ever the modern artist of skirts and kilts, draped.
Noone cared, he was Sol!
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