wondered if—” “No relation,” he said. “My mother, she just liked his stuff. I guess ’cause of the last name. She sent that print to me once. Said in the note that it reminded her of L.A. All the crazy people. My foster parents… they didn’t like it, but I kept it for a lot of years. Had it hanging there as long as I’ve had this place.” “But you like to be called Harry.” “Yeah, I like Harry.”
