Saturday, July 25, 2015
The first time Chip passed me in a coffee shop, he appeared to be cradling something invisible. It hit me over time that it was a love, or at least a loving curiosity about all things that he protected. During one memorable exchange, Chip insisted that I recall every single detail about a "Bucky" Fuller lecture - how Bucky sat on top of an old oak desk, whether or not his legs were crossed or dangling, etc. In turn, I once stood in front of a mirror attempting to emulate Chip's uncanny way of transposing all human emotions into a single graceful purse of the lips. I even asked him to show how to perform that bit of magic. His instructive was simply, "Don't worry, I am not 'embering' (his word) yet." It was also the very last thing Chip said to me from his day bed. Goodbye Mr. Every Man.
