In an effort to cope with the eventuality of death, I used my camera to document the events of a too-short weekend in San Francisco, knowing that this was to be the last time I saw a very close family friend.
The ubiquitous summer fog, dwarfing San Francisco, welcomed us in.
Irv's place on the 18th floor of Fox Plaza, San Francisco.
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."
As much as we craved to see the city, we spent all of our time inside with Irv, watching Lewis Black comedy specials, laughing our asses off, as was the usual vibe when visiting Irv.
What we've seen through his telescope deserves at the very least xxx rating.
The medicinal herb was, arguably, Irv's oldest friend.
Less than a month after this short visit, the much beloved Irv Spivak passed away.
He was in bed, surrounded by friends.