Jill and I are meeting at
the Met.
I arrive early to see the
exhibit PUNK: Chaos to Couture. I was never a fan of that era in dress,
though I did love the movie Sid and Nancy. After seeing it, I was inspired to read Deborah
Spungen’s book about her daughter (Nancy) called And I Don’t Want To Live This Life Anymore. How a middle-class Jewish girl from
Philadelphia could end up stabbed to death, allegedly by her boyfriend Sid
Vicious in the Hotel Chelsea is a story that intrigues me. I remember going to a Barnes and Noble and
asking the book clerk where I could find And
I Don’t Want To Live This Life Anymore.
She directed me to look in the self-help section.
When Jill arrives we walk
slowly through an excellent exhibit on Photography and the American Civil
War. On many levels, it is a fascinating
study of one of this country’s darkest periods.
Jill and I see little of each other as we exlpore at our own pace. Afterwards, we stop for coffee and spend the
next two hours catching up.
Some of the world’s best
museums are a short walk from my home, and yet I rarely go. Then when I do, I think I should go more often. I have no excuse for not.
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