On a spring morning spilling with sunshine, a group of Muff Mills’ friends gather at Danny’s barbershop in Cambridge to remember the artist.
Muff was a real character, a guy who was so interested in people he collected friends like a child collects wild flowers: each valued for its beauty and uniqueness.
“He had that ability to make you feel you were the only one, that you were very special . . . (from) babies up to seniors,” said friend Shirley Murdoch. “When anyone met him, you’d never forget him.”