1976 | Point Richmond, California
This is a old view from the lot next door to Henry Wessel’s house. I used to drive right through his town on my way from Southern California to family in Marin County. After we met in 1976, Hank gave me a standing invitation to call whenever I came through, so we had good visits and conversations over the years; he was consistently generous with his encouragement and brilliant with his comments.
On the times when I did not stop to visit, I always waved hello as I passed by on the elevated freeway. Now that he is gone, I wave to him all the way up, and all the way back.