I put these three photos here on off chance that someone will remember Keith from back in the day and know what became of him (even John doesn't remember him).
As I remember it, I met Keith in NYC when he was new to the city, a fresh face from the South somewhere with a charming southern accent and sensibility.
I visited him in San Francisco when he moved there and lived there with his brother, and later he visited us in Venice.
I think that in the third shot he was on his way back 'home'. At the time I thought this was a strange decision but in retrospect I'm hoping it might have given him a better chance of surviving the difficult times that loomed on the horizon.