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July 08, 2010

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Sandy

In my teen years (which lasted longer than the traditional ten), I spent a lot of time in Manhattan. On two different wintertime occasions, I bumped into men on the sidewalks of New York, both of us slipping on the ice and landing indecorously on the pavement. The first (I was carrying my just-bought and mercifully undamaged copy of the 2-LP Beatles' White Album) was outside the Time/Life Building and my co-bumper was TV personality Dick Clark. We both laughed at what happened said a few words and moved on. The second occasion, outside the Museum of Modern Art, my partner on the sidewalk was the charm-free Philip Johnson. He viciously sneered at me, a facial expression no doubt perfected during his tour with Adolf H and Friends. Just saying.

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