ABSTRACT
Sometimes these days there are reminders that José is no longer a young man. There was the Coronation he and I had to leave early because his stomach was distressed. There was the trip to Canada that was marred by a hospital stay, and the wheelchair he rode in when I picked him up at the San Francisco airport. But like everything else in his life, José faces age with wry humor. One day when I met him to work on this book, he had just come from a chance meeting with an old friend.
