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In the mayhem of the Callejon, Gary looked out for my safety from the Bulls when I was shooting. We shared a special salute from opposite sides of the Arena as we stepped out on the sand to photograph the Matadors lining up for the Paseo. He will be with me each time I enter the Callejon with my camera. I will salute across the Arena to the spirit of my friend and know he is there. Gary was the most decent and pleasant man I have ever known. I miss him more than a colleague, he was my friend and my heart is broken.
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