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Of this I was never sure why, except that in general there seemed to be a very pronounced psychological chasm between art and craft, which was and maybe still is, a vast detriment to the creation of both.
After maybe a year, and my friends had moved out, and I was renting to strangers, we got evicted because the house went up for sale and was sold. My son's mother Sonoma had moved into Winfield as a room mate with When and with my son Phy. He had decided to leave at some point, and Sonoma had another room mate who didn't stay that long, but at any rate about the time I was evicted, Winfield became available for me to move back into, which I did.
When was an interesting character. He was probably late thirties, Nordic blond and balding, sometimes a yellow beard and sometimes not, a Mensa member and all around good guy. However he was quite rigid about certain things. He often drove a motorcycle, but had a car as well, and did street car repair on the side. He was very generous with car repair advice on the phone. He liked to wear a black leather jacket with a heavy steel chain wrapped around his chest bandoleer style when he was out and about town. He was proud that when getting unemployment he was assigned window x for weekly visits. They closed window x but did not notify him by mail. He refused to use any other window. He would stand at window x at his appointed time with his letter stating that he should use window x. He would be told verbally that he should window B but he would refuse.
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