What a life! People have said so much already, so I'll just add a few vignettes.
Gean loved being with her friends but she was also comfortable alone. I ran into her a few times by herself. She usually had a book or was just peacefully watching the world go by.
She always liked to carry a few special items to share: photos, letters, newspaper articles, books, small works of art, and so forth. In this increasingly digital age, Gean was the last person I regularly had photos printed for, a tradition I shall miss. After a few weeks I could be sure all my friends in Salt Lake had seen my photos as Gean went from place to place.
I met many interesting people in Salt Lake because I stopped in Big Ed's when someone told me people were playing bridge there. C.O. had started the game, inspired by Gean's enjoyment of the bridge. Gean loved staying up late with friends playing rubber bridge and enjoyed the snacks and moderate drinking and smoking that are part of old school party bridge.
Gean was very kind to my friend Rick, putting him up for months at a time during tough periods for him or between his travels. She owned piano which Rick enjoyed immensely.
It always seemed very grounding that although Gean had seen the world, she had chosen to return to Utah. She made the most of the local art and culture and always had a cultural activity or book to recommend to her friends. In turn Gean made Salt Lake more cultural by returning home.
Salt Lake will never be the same without Gean. It is like Bill of Bill and Nada's or Ruth of Ruth's Diner passing away. But I was fortunate enough to be friends with Gean.