Yes, that "regular" coffee in that blue and white Greek diner paper cup. One could almost make a case for that as the thing that bonded the city together in the eighties. The basement of my building on Ninth was occupied by a ceramist, Janet Broderick, sister of Matthew, and one day she knocked on our door to ask me to help her get rid of a rat. When it was all over, to thank me, she went to the corner and came back with a cup of coffee for me, "the real stuff, from the big urn," in just such a cup. Almost as if it was a magic talisman. Wish I could invoke that magic right now.
My first part time gig was at Colin DeLand’s American Fine Arts on 6th St. between Aves A and B. I think my first coffee was from the nearby Odessa, I learned to specify 1 sugar or the server would go to the default 3T…
So much depends upon a red wheelbarrow…
William Carlos Williams
To this day I still think of your pieces every time I see or handle wooden broomsticks and their relatives.
Thank you for such thoughtful work and writings. I can almost taste the NY deli coffee ‘regular’ in the blue and white paper cup.
Yes, that "regular" coffee in that blue and white Greek diner paper cup. One could almost make a case for that as the thing that bonded the city together in the eighties. The basement of my building on Ninth was occupied by a ceramist, Janet Broderick, sister of Matthew, and one day she knocked on our door to ask me to help her get rid of a rat. When it was all over, to thank me, she went to the corner and came back with a cup of coffee for me, "the real stuff, from the big urn," in just such a cup. Almost as if it was a magic talisman. Wish I could invoke that magic right now.
My first part time gig was at Colin DeLand’s American Fine Arts on 6th St. between Aves A and B. I think my first coffee was from the nearby Odessa, I learned to specify 1 sugar or the server would go to the default 3T…
Didn’t know that you’d worked at AFA. Another visionary, Colin