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: