Scribe Jo Sinel said that to me when I called on him one day in 1964. He was writing a sign, and he apologized for his sweat shirt and jeans. I said, “Good heavens, Mr. Sinel, I go to (a notoriously casual school)!”, and he responded, “I know, dear, but most people only see the outsides of things.”
A couple of years ago, I was walking past a University District commercial building that was being remodeled. The contractor was water-blasting many layers of paint off the rear facade, and I stopped to photograph some interesting textures. The boss came over to see what I was doing, and said, “If you want to see interesting textures, come inside.”
He was wringing his hands in distress at being required to vandalize a collection of Egyptian murals left from the building’s days as a movie house. I grabbed a few mediocre shots, and the city sent a historian by to make a competent record of the art. The theater lives on in spirit on Capitol Hill.
The new business is covered by a false ceiling that I hope spares the remnants of the originals that celebrated the recent discovery of Tut’s tomb.