Sunday, December 14, 2008

December 12, 2008

Ann Vasilik writes, “If I ever need to get married again, I’ll keep you in mind.”

Van Johnson is dead. I mention this because my mother loved him. He and Alice Fay were the last words in elegance to her.

Tremendous moon, hard and blue and bright, haloed now with dark rainbow.

Jason’s opening at the Cook Gallery on campus. The paintings are remarkable, original, peculiar, tight, visionary, shockingly underpriced.

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