From left to right, Allena Gabosch, advisor to the city of Seattle on LGBT issues and executive director of the Center for Sex Positive Culture, Scott Paul, artist, craftsman and neighbor, his work was recently requested by a museum on 5th avenue in New York for part of their featured showcase, Robyn Friedman (my attorney), and Jay Wiseman, a friend from San Francisco who is a former EMT, now also an attorney. Jay taught my family infant CPR when Jennifer was pregnant with our youngest child, Jerome.
Every time I say, or write, "my attorney" I can't help but think of Oscar Acosta, who went missing well before I was in high school and I dream of one day having a storied attorney just like him. I imagine "my attorney" saying things like "As your attorney, I advise you to rent a very fast car with no top. And you'll need the cocaine. Tape recorder for special music. Acapulco shirts. Get the hell out of L.A. for at least 48 hours." None-the-less, Robyn, who speaks on legal issues at events throughout the country is just the kind of bull-dog I want on my side in times of need, and with the right chronicler she could become legend.