while at the new MoMA in new york city today,
ben
was trying to discuss the de koonings with bub, but bub just could not seem to get into it.
in fact, bub was very unenthusiastic about most of the art. we kept trying to encourage him, but it was useless.
we saw so many things we liked. yet bub's apathy was bringing everybody down.
finally,
ben
took bub into a corner to have it out with him, man to man.
then, we suddenly realized what it was that bub was lacking -- and that was keeping him from enjoying his art experience!
EYES! bub doesn't have eyes!!
what kind of moron takes a wool zombie to an art museum KNOWING that the zombie doesn't even have EYES with which to SEE the ART?
so we went to tender buttons (where it was a breezy three hundred degrees inside) and got what might serve as a reasonable iris for our boy.
before grabbing bub's eyes we all had lunch.
my dad had not seen rai in, well, ten years! and he had never seen carole, and carole and rai had not met diane. so everybody got met.
(dad and rai in 1995; dad and rai today!)
hope it is okay that i do not deliver the full bub eye report right now... i don't think they're going to be attached for a few days at least. i got some work on his arms going while on the train.
we didn't see debbie harry; we never do. how many visits to new york does it take to run into debbie harry?