Interview with New York

When I met him, it was a warm day in June, hazy and humid under skyscrapers and drifting clouds.  I rode right into his belly on the New Jersey transit, and was immediately struck by his bravado, by his artistic gaze, by his gaudiness and his pull-back-your-sleeves-and-get-busy work ethic rolled up into one.  Right away… Continue reading Interview with New York