Moving along
2008.06.12
So I finally got around to scanning some old photos, including this one of good ol’ Randall P. Jones. The man certainly enjoyed his beanie propeller hat and could carry it with a certain panache. Need to send copies of related photos to interested parties, but Randy’s gone, so I figured what the hell.
I remember this hat well! Good ol’ Mr. Jones.
Did I ever tell you that when I was living in NYC I had this dream that Mr. Jones came to visit me? He was carrying a suitcase and told me he came to say goodbye, that he was going on a long trip and didn’t know when he’d return. We were standing on top of a cliff and before I could ask where we were going, he jumped off, dissapeared into nothingness.
Three days later Marco Ibarra told me Mr. Jones had died over the weekend.