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muse
MANHATTAN
August 1996
Walking the streets with Tom Murray the day before he flew to Atlanta to
row in Olympics, we entered the lobby of the Guggenheim as I'd done so many
times before; this time in the middle of a reception with nice jazz echoing
in chamber and I've still never made it past the lobby and ground floor restroom,
satisfied with the upward view of circling ramps and people looking down
over the railings, themselves tired of the art on the
walls.