Years ago, I worked with a man who was a curator at the Honolulu Museum of Art. He and his wife had moved here some six months earlier from Minnesota....
As I write this, we’re in the middle of a tropical storm. I’d guess the winds are now gusting at 50-60 miles an hour, maybe a bit more. It’s raining...
Fifty-some years ago, when I was on staff at Honolulu’s superb art museum, I passed one of the curators in a hallway and casually said, “How’s it going, Lew?” His...