The Dead Letter Office. We’ve heard of it all our lives, but I never stopped to think about a physical place where all misguided mail or packages that the postman didn’t feel like delivering end up. I’m putting a twist on it today. I mailed a thank-you letter to an old friend who passed away years ago. Gene Allcott was a prolific painter who was legally blind. I met him on the sidewalk outside my first studio around 1983 while he was carrying his laundry to be washed. He came in and immediately started envisioning to me where his paintings could hang. He knew no strangers. We had many laughs over the years and I did, indeed, acquire a few of his paintings. Gene was killed in a freak accident. He was helping a friend move a mattress on a Saturday and, while riding in the back of the pickup truck, he bounced out onto his head, and that was it. So, you never know. Sent to his last known address. Who knows where it’ll end up.

There is a great old school mechanic on my regular route to work that I’ve passed a million times. Today I stopped. Meet Nathan and his cool car!