May 4, 2018, New York

Friday I went into Manhattan. Thanks to the young guy at the front desk — who was still on duty the next day, I headed for the High Line, a park/walkway where a railroad used to run. It’s also near Chelsea, where a friend told me I’d find lots of art galleries.

After a couple of queries, I was directed to the Heller Gallery, which had phenomenal glass pieces. I was allowed to take photos, though I can’t say my little camera / phone did particularly well with the lighting. Here are a few:

Josepha Gasch-Muche

Josepha Gasch-Muche. slightly different — not thin slices of clear glass

A different Lino Tagliapietra - fused, not blown

A different Lino Tagliapietra – fused, not blown

 

 

 

Steffen Dam, The Secret Life of Plants

Steffen Dam, The Secret Life of Plants

Amber Cowan

Amber Cowan

I checked out a few other places, then headed back to Penn Station and Hicksville.

In the late afternoon John arrived by car from his new home in Massachusetts. He called Hank Neimark, and we all met for dinner on the pleasant patio of Hendrick’s Tavern in Roslyn. I hadn’t seen Hank since maybe 1978 or 1979 (at a WCWP reunion I organized with Stewart Ain, another station member). I didn’t know him well, so I was happy he remembered me.

 

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