October 10th, 2009 
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Touched by a Sutherland
It used to be Sundays in Santa Monica. Now it’s Saturdays there. There’s this eclectic little neighborhood off of Wilshire Blvd. where single family homes commingle with apartment buildings and townhomes. That’s where the GTR was parked. And that’s where a voice suddenly commented on The Tank. It was a familiar voice – recognizable, distinct. And it belonged to none other than Donald Sutherland.
The conversation, mostly about his car, lasted only a minute or two, and all throughout, Mr. Sutherland remained down to earth, affable, and cordial. As he departed, he gave Tank a pat on the head. The Tankster could care less. All he wanted was to keep walking, and keep walking he did, same as always, same as usual, except for now, he walked with a sacred head.
