When I was little, Father Edit used to drive this big commuter van. I loved that each little seat had its own air vent and reading light, and I loved that the back of the van felt so far away from the front.
Once, I rode in the back with my friend Deborah, and I don't remember how or why, but I remember that Flash was back there too, and he was teaching us how to slap a man, in case we ever needed to do so. He had Deborah actually practice on him, though she was (gratefully) somewhat halfhearted in her efforts. I declined to try.
Another memory I have is at a birthday party one year. Flash let my friends paint him up with makeup all over his face. He resembled a garish clown when it was all over, but he was a very good sport about it.
I thought of those two memories today.