So I'm sitting outside Honor Bar in Montecito early this evening and along comes Barnet Bain, who I've known ever since he wandered into my Hampstead, London late-night coffee shop 47 years ago...
|Here's Barnet, circa mid-1970s,|
my dear old dad to his right and Kathy Wilson, mother of Oliver Luck, to his left
(we were, of course, an illustrious bunch)
At that time Barnet was a film student.
He graduated into becoming a master film-maker (What Dreams May Come).
Now he writes books about being and mindfulness.
Barnet's newest book, not yet published, will be about How to be a Friend.
And since Barnet and I have known one another for almost half a century, this is something he and I need to seriously address.