March 15, 2004

• Bohemian Days
  

  Back in 1963, when I was 24, I lived in New York City with my daughter’s father-to-be, a young Swiss painter here on a visa, in a storefront on the Lower East Side. I worked in the English Typing Unit at the United Nations and wrote poetry and he painted. We also earned extra cash modeling for Moses and Raphael Soyer, American painters of some note, who especially liked painting the young bohemians of the time (yes, this was before beatniks and flower children). I’ve always wondered where this painting went and so I did a net search and found I could order a book on Moses Soyer for which it is the frontispiece. It came this week and now at last, at 64, I have a color reproduction of it. Memories…
  

  Deep Thought: As the snow started to fall, he tugged his coat tighter around himself. Too tight, as it turned out. “This is the fourth coat crushing this year”, said the sergeant as he outlined the body with a special pencil that writes on snow.
  

  Today I am grateful for: Used books

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