In April 2008, one early Wednesday morning after a lively IAM
[http://www.internationalartsmovement.org] discussion group, I sat at a café
table in Tribeca with Kevin [http://www.curatormagazine.com/author/kevingosa/
“I’m going to come back here every time we come. Every time,” said my younger
son.
It was the fourth of July weekend, and he and I found ourselves at the nearest
The other night I found myself in a conversation that I may have found rather
ordinary between 2004 and 2007, back home north of Boston or some other
semi-cosmopolitan place, but which felt
If you care to notice, in May, the honeysuckle and gardenias mix to form a
cocktail of intoxicating aromas. They are everywhere. You can stand on 2nd
Avenue North downtown; even there the
“I love everything that’s old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books,
old wine.”
You’ll find Oliver Goldsmith’s words chalked on a coffee-of-the-day board steps
away from the Regional
