When I’d dug out all my old oil paints and brushes from storage, I beat it over to the studio and back in time for the late sunset to pour out over brooklyyn and onto a several yards of cotton duck someone was throwing out…. like mana from heaven. We cooked up two gorgeous t-bones with a nice Burgundy and a Takaji for dessert… fealt like a king and fell asleep to the Hitchhiker’s guide.
