One of the things I love about working on my book on Leonard Pennario is when Pennario's friends appear out of the ether. They show up. They materialize.
The other day I heard from an artist in Hawaii. And I recognized his name right away because Leonard had his paintings in his room.
It was so nice of this gentleman to get in touch. (Hint: He could be a major, major figure.)
So he emails me and I email him and he emails me back and we are making plans to talk. And he says we are dealing with a six-hour time difference.
This morning I get up. I get my coffee, then I sit down and answer his email. La la la la la. Tap tap tap, tap tap tap, on my antique computer keyboard.
Blithely I type:
He emails me back today:
Regarding plans for conversing, let's do a reverse on the time, for we are
are 6 hours behind you, meaning that when it's 8:00 am in Buffalo, we're at 2:00 am on Maui
and regardless of the level of our friendship, such a wake-up call would jeopardize any chance
for a meaningful dialog. So, I should be in my studio anytime after 8:00 am here or 2:00 pm your
I burst out laughing right at my desk.
Just that sentence, where he explained it to me. I hope it is not being too proprietary to say I can see why Leonard liked this guy. Luckily I am not writing my book about geography.
Where is Hawaii, anyway?
On maps in school it always showed up right off the coast of Texas, remember?
Have I learned nothing since then?