He packed the car with my photos as the charcoal gray clouds slid overhead. I drove to the hardware store when the rain slanted sideways with the wind. “Will that be all,” he said. “Yes, fishing line and peanuts.” Television’s See No Evil was on the car radio. The storm looked tornado-like, but it came and went within the hour. I parked behind the restaurant. D carried in the photos for the show. He and the boys waited in the car while I shopped for last minute supplies and got soaked in the rain. After the last table cleared out, I knotted and looped fishing line from the back of a frame to a strip of nails high up on the brick wall. Cat Power’s LP Sun played. As I listened closely to Fire, I remembered watching Chan play in a Denver bar so many years ago. So close I could almost feel her tremble with stage fright, something I knew all too well.