This is my favorite photo.
The gnarled hands are Wendell Hanson’s; he was a B-25 pilot in the CBI during the hard months of 1943-44. Of course, he’s autographing my artwork (an honor). But note the stuff on his kitchen table – books, cards, prescriptions, pens…the stuff of he and his wife’s sunset days.
Wendell has had a profound impact on my life with his brilliant mind, thought-provoking wisdom and genuine friendship. He is in my Pantheon of “Old Guys.”