Another office that I sat in at the Warhol Foundation had this looming over my desk; this is where I was sitting when I first met the infamous Fred Hughes, which somehow seems appropriate. He was Andy's best friend and introduced him to all the socialites who paid gazillions of dollars for their portraits. He also suffered from MS and was always in the foulest, angriest mood imaginable. The Foundation building was made up of several townhouses that had walls knock out so there were odd staircases everywhere and Fred, in his velvet slippers, had to be carried up and down them by one of the art-handlers who all hated him. I have added his obituary above since it says it better than I ever could.