This week I was in the Twin Cities for the first time this year.
A friend of mine, Daniel Soderlind, died last month. Friends and family arranged a get together on what would have been his 79th birthday to remember him.
I usually stopped in to see him for a couple of hours when I found myself in town. He considered himself to be an adoptive father of mine consistent with Hawaiian tradition and had known me nearly all of my life.
Daniel was a life-long artist and fascinating personality. I’ve included some pictures that I took of him, his cat Windy, and his workspace that I took in my last visit to see him. It was the last time I saw him alive.