[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: October 13, 2008]
Not much to report from the old memoirs this week. One of those periods where I kept my feet on the ground (or at least on the floor, thirty or so flights up) for a brief period between trips.
Off to the Haunch of Venison, which sounds like an old tavern, but is actually a swish and airy art gallery newly opened in a Sixth Avenue office building. I need hardly say that Abstract Expressionism is its opening theme.