Drawing with Browne

I’m getting paid twenty dollars running around with Richard Shoreman, who has 200,000 miles on his Volkswagen, fantastic man with glasses, very anemic-looking, tiny short guy, wonderful human being, friend of firemen, could use their Xerox facilities anytime he wants, teaches firemen how to play chess, policeman, has a chess course at Haywood University, he writes a full page in The Haywood Daily Review, a chess column, and he drives me around California to do prison exhibitions at DVI, Deuel Vocational Institute, which I played just after drawing with Grandmaster Browne, he arrives, I’m out waiting to get picked up after the exhibition having drawn with Grandmaster Browne, I’m not sure if he’s heard about it, he circles the flagpole ten times without looking at me, just drives, I was standing in the middle by the flagpole, and he doesn’t even look in my eyes. It was the greatest compliment imaginable. Fantastic man.