By Susan Harper
One spring evening six years ago, I was driving home late from work, and as I came up Cherry Street I saw that the lights were on in the Rainmaker Pottery studio and gallery, and the windows were open. This meant that Ahmad Qadri, the potter, was there.
On impulse I pulled into the driveway and went in. “Ahmad,” I said, “I keep giving away your work! I buy these beautiful bowls and pitchers and give them as wedding presents, or housewarming presents, or birthday presents. You know what could happen, don’t you?” I said. “I could end up not having a single piece made by you. So tonight I want to buy something just for me.”