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"content": "Something different as I work through the process of settling my friend Bill's affairs. His bank and old employer need a death certificate (easy). We've picked a date for a cocktail celebration of Bill's life (emotionally harder). And now it's time to find an estate sales firm to handle a house full of furniture and possessions. I have no idea how the latter works but I know I'm not the first person to go down this path.\n\nBackstory: Bill was 95. And as a gay man of a certain age, he had eclectic and oftentimes exquisite tastes. His house was filled with antiques, shiny objects, chinoiserie, and touristy kitsch from Hawaii. And he had a chair that, sometime in the 1950s, on a drunken night, somehow left the lobby of the Palace Hotel and ended up in Bill's living room.\n\nAnyway, this is a snapshot I took a decade ago, in said living room, taken through the very dirty viewfinder of a Kodak Duaflex TLR, using a Pentax DSLR pointed downward. In a nutshell, this is Bill.\n\n#photography\nhttps://files.sfba.social/media_attachments/files/115/968/854/632/380/627/original/45c85836811eb6e7.jpg\n",
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