Remembering DLR
In high school, I became friends with a kid named David Lantham Reamer. He was just about as cranky as you can imagine someone would be who had to hear "Reamer? I hardly know her!" on a daily basis. We used to drive around in his Honda Civic, sharing cigarettes with the windows rolled down even on the coldest nights, listening to the mixtapes he was an expert at making. Not just song choice, either. He made elaborate tape cases with liner notes written in tiny letters in his distinct handwriting. He wrote me lots of letters too, typed out in lower case or spaced all over the place sometimes, in the manner of his favorite poets, ee cummings and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. He wrote poetry and took lots of photographs with an old Canon. Before he died, he was a photographer. Specifically, he was a food photographer and a damn good one. Before that, he was a chef. He did some other stuff too, but the main thing he did was collect really cool stuff. He had a voracious appetite f...