The dear gentleman, Bruce Goff, had a young man live-in partner and we guests slept in a spare bedroom. The cat was bigger than life and would set up ambushes for anyone vulnerable. Goff was a fabulous host, very kind. He took us all around to his projects near Bartlesville, including the house with the goose feather ceiling in the bedroom and 4" foam rubber under the living room carpet. I thought his partner had a job elsewhere. We didn't see much of him.

Soleri was really dedicated to his lovely wife, Colly, who died far too young of cancer. As far as I know, most of his dipping concerns involved the young men apprentices who fancied his beautiful and brilliant daughter, Kri. Once when I returned for a visit in 1968, there was a small pile of earth out back where the next generation of apprentices had started building their own little habitats, with oddly bent re-bar sticking up out of the dirt pile, a real mess. When I asked, the word was that Paolo had caught an apprentice with Kri and had gotten a bulldozer and personally erased the spot as only an outraged Italian father could do best.

There wasn't a lot of company ink when I was there in 1961-3, including the many months when I was the sole apprentice. No ink in the pen then.