Al Simon was there. Al was a genuinely great guy, really a special person, and he was absolutely part of it all. Genial as hell, a good photographer who often did something great, and just one of those people who everybody actually likes. Which was a big deal, really, because we weren't actually going out of our way, most of us, to be very damn likeable. Plus, notably, he was black, one of 17 or so black folks in Phoenix (well, one of about six or seven who lived north of Indian School Road and south of Sunnyslope, definitely. Al was totally there, and I hope he's still here. Totally.
Hey, and I just heard from Clear Bob! Dang!