Berch. That’s the way the painted windows are signed.
Berch? Who is Berch?
Berch is Berch Augustine, but nobody in the neighborhood calls him that.
He’s Picasso.
He’s Michelangelo.
He’s painting palm trees on the glass doors at Tasty’s.
“A window without a painting looks naked to my naked eye,” says Berch, a lanky man wearing camouflage cargo pants and combat boots defined by Jackson Pollock drips. There’s a handful of sterling silver rings on his…
