I was sitting in the center of Salsalito, by the fountain. I really never thought much about anything going on, but Shel was a favorite cartoonist of mine (like Vargas/Larson/genre/. He also had a lot of rational things to say in Playboy when it was a kick ass mag. Anyway, Shel goes flowing by. Hell, I'm not going to bother him. I had invisioned myself a star/icon, and decided that I would leave my gods/goddesses alone if I ever met them. Anyway, Shel is toolin' across by the hippie Jewelry store, and looks my way. Well things were cool in Salsalito then. I said Shel, love your stuff. Smile.....beat it on down the street. Smiling, Slowly, like we used to do then.