I met Hank only recently, when I went to his house to pick up an item I had left in Colin’s car. What might have been a quick stop turned into a 30-minute dialog on art, travel, and family. He told me about a painting (by Rubens, I think) that he used to regularly go and see at the De Young museum, and how he felt when thieves broke in and stole it. I told him about my upcoming trip to Washington DC to visit family, and it was as a result of our chat that I made sure to visit the National Gallery and other museums while I was there. I’m glad I did — I saw some great things there.
I’m grateful to have known him for only that little while. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to see him again and share some more stories.
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