I worked with Betsy at a pizza joint. Her last name was the same as my middle name so I felt we must be related somehow.

Working in the kitchen there was a guy named Beau. We recognized each other immediately but could never figure out where we knew each other from and our past histories had no commonalities whatsoever. We had never schooled, worked, or lived anywhere near each other until then. The oddest part was we remembered each other as having different hairstyles and wearing older type western clothes, like outlaws or riders of the old west. We were convinced we had met in another lifetime.

Anyway, that has nothing to do with Betsy:)

Oil on Canvas 16"x20"