The story of the book moves on, as does life for most of us.
Since moving to these rural climes, news often takes awhile to reach me. I learned only yesterday that a most unusual individual who I was proud to call a friend passed away on June 11. Hugo Baratta, as I remember him, was a slender, soft-spoken gentleman who would ride his bike into Leavitt & Pierce in Harvard Square (where I worked 2001 - 2006) and peddle his peculiar watercolor paintings; sometimes in exchange for a pack of smokes. His conversation was sometimes stilted and non-sequitorial, but always friendly, good-spirited and enjoyable. Those who've seen the video of me on YouTube will remember that I had quite amassed quite a collection (about 1/3 of which is visible in that particular document.) His paintings are pure, unpretentious, sometimes containing confounding symbolism. Some of the best examples are hidden away in storage at the moment, but I hope to locate them soon. I shall remember him dearly as kind-hearted soul with a beautiful smile, gentle manner and spirit. His obituary can be read here.














