“You see these trees, they all look different,” J.B. Jackson said, a Bogart-like figure in black motor- cycle jacket standing in front his Lower La Cienega NM house. "But they're all sycamore trees. Good in drought," he added in a merry erudite voice. “It’s a fishing vest,” he said over a shoulder as he walked past me on a wintery Santa Barbara street. “What?” “You’re wearing a fishing vest, L.L.Beam. You put it on and takes it takes the chill." "I don’t fish,” I said. “Nor do I," he replied without looking back.