Today felt like a slog. I schlepped (that’s a word people seem to use here so I thought I’d give it a go) across most of Midtown trying to get used to the city. The grid made a nice change. My adventures included a couple of galleries. I went to the Whitney. Nice in theory, sort of disastrous in practice. The exhibit was stunning, Danny Lyon’s photos are powerful, but they just took me right back to David. His eye, … Continue reading A slight spiral and bad coffee