I went back to my favorite little Castro barber shop the other day for the first time in a few months. As I drove up, I saw that Jane was using Wes’ chair, and I thought - what happened, did Wes leave the shop? It turns out Wes - a healthy, happy, 54 who looked 20 years younger - died of a heart attack back in late September, not long after the last time I had been in. Wes and I shared a taste for Old Potrero rye, and he never failed to complement me on my figure as I climbed off my motorcycle. Wes, I hardly knew you, but I’ll sure miss you.