Something major happened here, on the 5 south, as we headed in the opposite direction to see Irv, knowing that this may be the very last time we see him.
The ubiquitous summer fog, dwarfing the city, welcomed us in.
Irv's place on the 18th floor of Fox Plaza, San Francisco.
Irving David Spivak
In a birthday note addressed to all of his friends around the world, Irv wrote. “If I were to die today … I’d die the happiest man ever to have lived and loved for knowing you."
What we've seen through his telescope is best reserved for late night dinner talks.
As much as we craved to see the city, the trip was spent inside with Irv, watching Lewis Black comedy specials, laughing our asses off, as was the usual vibe when visiting Irv.
The medicinal herb was, arguably, Irv's oldest friend.