STILL RAINING, STILL DREAMING
by Charlie Finch
I've always wondered at the March scheduling of the New York art fairs, because they would work so much better in April, a New York month which is hardly, pace T.S. Eliot, "the cruelest," but a harbinger of hope, however delusionary, for all, especially men of a certain age like myself.
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