The shop is opening a bit late this morning.
Yesterday afternoon I lost a very dear friend. My friend Art crossed over at about 4:30, about the same time as high tide started to turn to ebb, a not uncommon time for setting sail for a journey. He had a sharp wit, and a wicked sense of humor, and was generous to a fault. He loved art and literature, the theater, and old classic movies/ He was just plain fun to be around. Pretty much everything nice that you’re supposed to say about someone when they’re gone was in his case actually true. What he saw in me I have yet to figure out, but they say there’s no accounting for taste. He is already sorely missed by those he has left behind, but we can take comfort in knowing that he is no longer in any pain or discomfort from a body that was progressively betraying him, and while we mourn his absence from us, I know that on the other side his arrival is being anxiously awaited by all the folks dear to him that have preceded him. They’re all down at the harbor competing to see who will be first to catch a glimpse as he comes over the horizon, and when he docks, there is going to be one hell of a party, with Manhattans being poured by the bucketful, just the way he likes them, regular proportions but no bitters, straight up, and with just a bit of cherry juice/ Party on, my friend …..