Rollo Is Still Here … Right on My Arm

Dear Editor,
    Rollo Banks: I only knew Rollo for about three hours, but I never forgot him [“Page Two,” April 20]. He gave me my first tattoo. He had long since left Austin, but he was in town for South by Southwest and ran an ad that he was available for custom work at his discretion. I had three friends that had already contacted him and had been turned down. I called and rambled on about what I wanted on my arm and was ready for the gruff “nope, not interested,” but after a pause, I was thrilled to hear, “Cool, come on over.” I had never met Rollo, so I was a bit intimidated by the big beefy bear who answered the door – but within minutes I realized he was very special. The stories he told, his sense of humor, and his way of looking at the world were unforgettable. After he was done, he handed me his card, slapped me on the knee, and said, “See ya around. That was fun.” Not sure why Rollo figured it was time to check out. I am sure he had his reasons, but he is still here – right here on my arm.