Mr. Estrada immediately recognized the man as his friend Doyle Lane, a mild-mannered ceramic artist whom he had known since childhood. Growing up in the 1950s and ’60s in the working-class neighborhood of El Sereno, in East Los Angeles, Mr. Estrada and his schoolfriends used to visit Mr. Lane at his hillside home studio to watch him throwing pots. Now Mr. Estrada was a collector of Mr. Lane’s work, and Mr. Lane had come to his house to install a tile mural. Once the sheriffs had departed, Mr. Estrada was astonished to find Mr. Lane apologizing to him. “To this day it bothers me,” he told me recently by phone from his home in San Marino.

Source: New York Times July 29, 2020 14:58 UTC