It was in the Old de Young the Grand Girl gone for fifteen years now so figure twenty we were mounting an exhibition of Wiley’s work full of dunce and wizard caps, violin ‘f’ holes, pieces of maps, fastidious lines, luminous washes not to mention a wrought iron cart with a ten foot mast barnacled with any manner of things none of which I can bring to my mind’s eye that is none but the glass bottle that I broke while hoisting the mast onto the cart jangling, tangling, dangling chains so I reported the damage to Registration then they contacted Mr. W who said he would be in Monday to take care of it when I told him I was a fan longtime so sorry for what I had done to which he chuckled kidding me you gave me an excuse to empty a pint of liquor this weekend.
Robert Lee Haycock atop the scaffold at the “old” De Young. A regular occurrence.