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The very first time that Shimmy visited SF, we met up with a bunch of people at a restaurant in the Haight. At one point she and I went outside to smoke, and there was this guy selling prints of his art. "Homeless", yes, but you know, making it.
So we admired his art and had a great conversation with him.
Then I ran into him several times in the intervening years.
Then one day a little less than a year ago, I ran into him in the Union Square area of SF. I was like, dude, aren't you usually in the Haight?
We got to talking, and I *finally* bought one of his prints. Talk talk talk, about all kinds of things, and then I said, "Are you going to be here a minute?" Because I was just heading into the Borders there and because of our talk I thought he would really like Mountains Beyond Mountains.
So he agreed to hang out for a bit, and I came back and gave him the book. He was really touched, but you know me, it's not that unusual for me to give people books, lol.
So then the last time Shim was visiting, we were walking on Haight, and I said, "You remember that guy who was selling his art outside Cha Cha Cha the first time you visited? Well...." and I tell her the story.
And right THEN, that very MOMENT, we came across him on the sidewalk. I was like, DUDE! and it took him a second, but then he said, "Whoa that book was GREAT! I read it and then I gave it to my sister and she's going to give it to my father to read."
Then he said, "Did you ever frame that print?" I haven't. I admit it.
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It is painful in the extreme to live with questions rather than with answers, but that is the only honorable intellectual course. (c) Norman Mailer
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