Probably Christmas Day, in the living room of his digs on 29th Avenue, San Francisco.

See the glistening starburst thing rising up from the planter at the right? He'd stick that in there and voilá! His Christmas tree. Very understated, very sophisticated; one might go so far as to say, recherché.

Christmas Day visits to Albert were a tradition. We'd give him our gifts, and he'd give us a box full of stuff, generally consisting of oddments he'd picked up during the year as a VP at the Foote, Cone & Belding advertising agency.