I have known Gadwa for many years. We had some mutual friends in Reno, and in one conversation after I had returned to Ohio, I was talking with Jerry Havens, and he mentioned that a friend of his was coming East, possibly to Columbus, Ohio, and asked if his friend, Monsieur Gadwa could call us and perhaps have lunch or dinner together. I, of course, said yes, and the next month I received a call from him, and we met at the First Watch in the Brewery District and had a great brunch with their fresh fruit crepes.
You never asked questions of Gadwa, he would let you know all that you needed to know. When we first met him, I made the mistake of asking him what he did. I received nothing but an icy cold stare, and never asked again. I first learned that lesson in Reno at the Nevada Club. I had on a few occasions had coffee with a man, we talked often, even watched football games together. But I knew the bounds of our conversations. He often left town for varying lengths of time. I soon realized what he did and what he was. We stayed friends, bu I knew my boundaries.
I was sure that Gadwa followed the same line of work. He was to be in town for two days, had some meetings lined up, and then, on his way, back East. I wondered who his local meetings were with, but knew better than ask. We talked about some of our friends in Nevada, some baseball talk, a little politics, and I could tell from a few things he said that he was very knowledgeable about the internet and technology. He had a Motorola Motozine ZN5 phone he he used frequently, generally very brief conversations, few words spoken, many heard.
He left town today, called me from the airport to let me know he was leaving. May not hear from him now for quite some time, but that's Gadwa.
