One of the most excellent Rainbow
brothers I've ever known
was a Chicago police officer.
His name was Edwin, a.k.a.
Huge Dog. He was a very good
friend of mine. I met Huge Dog,
his fine son Justin, and his
wonderful wife Janis, at the
Kentuky gathering.
Since then we have set up camp
together at the Wyoming, New
Mexico, and 1996 Missouri
gatherings. We always had a ball.
Huge Dog was a gutsy guy.
He had some of the finest
tattoes I'veever seen. He
had supurb taste in music. 


Huge Dog was also a trained
chef and former restaraunt
owner. He and I fed a lot of
people at the 1996 national
gathering in Missouri. We were
camped half-way down bus
village, right before you reached
the main trail into camp.
Our camp was a way-station for
people who just got in from
the long road trip. I had a fifty-five
gallon barrel of drinking water
and a hundred pounds of dry
beans and brown rice. We
brewed coffee and cooked vegan
stew. We always had kerosene
tiki torches burning at night for
those who arrived after dark.
At night we were the only
thing happening between
"A" Camp and the trail head.
We had lots of visitors. 


Late one night Huge Dog started
cutting fresh potatoes into
french fries. I started frying them.
We got on a roll and didn't
stop making french fries until
midnight when we ran out of
potatoes. When road weary
travelers stopped at our camp
to rest, we brought them out
plates of hot, fresh-cut french
fries with ketchup. It blew
their minds! 


Sixteen months later, on this
same site, Huge Dog died while
attending a regional gathering.
They found his truck wrecked
on the rock road leading into
the encampment. There were
no witnesses. He was a very
fine individual. I miss him badly.