We left Lawrence station an hour before the sun was due to set. Southbound-Downtown, commuters usually purchase monthly passes, so conductors rarely bother the daily passengers. Trains are so out of fashion, the ample supply of seats possibly out weighs the need to check for tickets. In any event, for what ever reason, we were allowed to pass without need of purchase. Once at the downtown station, rush hour grid-locking the freeway, we strolled lazily up the platform ramp straight to the ticket counter. The counter lady shot a quick glance up at us without moving her head, as if taken in slight surprise.

But this has nothing to do with the Rockman, whom I met outside the station. He approached with a bearded grin and asked if I had a dollar or two for a bus pass. Retrieving a few coins from my bag, I gave him about a dollars worth, one of which was a peso. He stared intently at the 2 peso coin, grinned saying "if you look real close, you can see a face in that".

"That's the the Eagle with snake symbol they use in their flag" I replied.

Still intently gazing into the amusing 2 peso piece, he stuck his hand into his jacket and fumbled through what sounded like several pounds of rocks. Glancing down, he produced half a dozen finger sized rocks. Not smooth rocks, valuable rocks, or any other immediately discernible criteria for collectability, rather, these rocks were common looking.

"When my energy is good, I can cause the virgin mary to appear in most of these" he smiled, raising his eyebrows to point to his rock filled palm. "The Mexicans around here call me the crazy rock man. Sounds crazy, but it's not". "I prefer Rockman".

"Look at this one" he says, lifting a rock to eye level. "See the 3 in this one"? That's what the Catholics & Christians would call the trinity number". "You know...father, son, holy spirit"? "Look at the clouds...there's a 3 there now". "I can do that with my energy".

"Change the colors too"! He points up at the clouds with one hand, index finger extended. With the other, and open palm at chest level, fingers pointing upwards. "See the pink appearing"?

I squint and notice a hue of peach between the white and brown patches in the clouds. "Looks kind of peach" I mention.

"Yeah well, I'm kind of tired" he replys with a slow shrug.