That vision just coming from junk and going up in the sky so pretty, way up in the sky, and people was around looking at it, you know, and I asked the good Lord then, if he’d keep me sober and keep that alcohol out of my hand, I’d make that vision that he had. And that vision, I didn’t know it was made out of junk, but it was just picked up stuff. You saw a whirlwind picking up leaves? Well that’s the way this vision was. But this vision wasn’t leaves, it was junk. And it was just picking up, like it was on a belt, rolling up and down, that’s the way it was. Pretty.
Cleveland Turner, the Flower Man, as told to Pete Gershon