Return to Oz
I once had a Couchsurfer named Candy Royalle. We connected immediately over our partly shaved heads and over poetry. She was going to stay 3 days and she ended up staying a couple of weeks. On her way out of Boston, and back to Australia, she asked where she might stop for coffee and do a little writing. Out-and-proud and fierce as hell, I told her to stop at Diesel. She loved it.
Candy was a force to be reckoned with. She passed away last June at the age of 37. She touched many lives and was an activist until the end. Exactly a year ago, I told my friend on her birthday, “I love you” over an online chat. It was the last thing I would ever say to her.
Rest in power and poetry, Candy. She only graced your establishment briefly, but she was there. Look her up (she’ll pop up first thing in the Google). May her legacy live and love on.