'There were two doors to Peter Shire's studio at 1930 Echo Park Ave.; one was bright red and the other green and black.'
The following is from "Too Sad to Sing: A Memoir With Postcards," by Kenneth S. Brecher, to be published by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich in May. WHEN I MEET someone who intrigues me and who might become a friend, I always send that person a postcard right away. I choose the card very carefully, and it is usually a response to something that has been said during our first conversation or to a perception I have about the person. I can tell from the response to the card whether or not a friendship is lurking.
This happened with the artist Peter Shire. I saw his pottery and found it so original and witty that I wanted very much to meet him and, if possible, watch him work. I went to meet him at his studio in Echo Park. There were two doors at 1930 Echo Park Ave.; one was bright red and the other green and black. The building was gray with blue-and-yellow details, and Shire himself was wearing pink Japanese trousers with many zippered pockets and a black-and-yellow-striped Italian football jersey.