https://home.vclibrary.vassarspaces.net/files/original/72c792adab30427e89e9fbd52c219922.jpg 96d5a5c1d684ea3db444f191fd56fe8e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Friends and Acquaintances: 2018 Rights Holder A person or organization owning or managing rights over the resource. This work is copyright © Harry Roseman. All rights reserved. For reproduction or use inquires, or for any questions about the site, contact Harry Roseman. Roseman Harry Roseman: A Chronicle Image Caption Caption for photograph L-R: Catherine Murphy, Souhad Rafey, Judy Pfaff Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Subject The topic of the resource roseman:Friends_and_Acquaintances_2018 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2018-03-14 Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Roseman, Harry Description An account of the resource I drove Catherine (Murphy) down to the American Academy of Arts and Letters for a meeting she was attending. I then drove to the Met Breuer to meet up with Ben Keddy. I got to the museum early, so I bought a book, "Birds of a Feather: Joseph Cornell's Homage to Juan Gris and a notebook to write in, went down to the coffee bar and wrote the first draft for the introduction for "Mother's Clothing, etc.," by Eugene Carroll. A new addition to my chronicle website that I am publishing on the site. I planned to see "Like Life, Sculpture, Color, and the Body (1300-Now)" as well as the other two exhibitions, Anselm Kiefer and Leon Golub. It turned out that the Like Life exhibition was not to open for another week or so — a start to a day that would get more disjointed. Ben and I ate lunch at Flora Bar, a nice but overpriced restaurant in the museum. After lunch, we saw the Kiefer and Golub show and then headed to the Mets Main building. There we saw the Joseph Cornell and William Eggleston exhibitions. I dropped Ben off at 86th and Park, near the subway he was taking back to Jersey City. Instead of heading to the West Side Highway to get to the American Academy, I headed up Park Avenue. Before I dropped Ben off, I used his phone to ask Catherine when she thought her meeting would be over. She guessed at about 3 O'Clock. It was about 2:35 PM at that point. I needed to use Ben's phone because last week, I had left mine at the Starbucks in Yonkers on the way home from the opening at the American Academy. That would have been last Tuesday. My phone was being mailed back to me. But it hadn't yet gotten to our house. I drove up Park Avenue and way uptown. I realized that there was a "mountain" between me and the west side. It was now after 3:00 PM, and I winded up getting trapped on this road and sucked further uptown with no way to call Cathy to let her know I was on my way so that she wouldn't worry. I was getting very tense. Eventually, I got off this "highway" and was on Dyckman Street, I assume, in the Inwood neighborhood. It was almost 3:30, and I am not sure exactly where I was in relationship to the American Academy. I pulled up behind a car that was double-parked on Dyckman Street and knocked on the car window, which cautiously opened partway. There was a young woman in the driver's seat and two older people in the back seat (possibly the young woman's parents or rideshare passengers). I asked to use one of their phones while explaining I needed to call my wife, who would be getting worried about me because I was late to meet her. Of course, they had some trepidation about opening the window all the way and about handing me their phone. At first, the woman in the front seat dialed for me and had me speak through the window. The phone was mounted on the dashboard. She then relaxed and handed me the phone when I couldn't get through to Catherine. While I was fumbling with the phone, I drop my car keys under their car. At this point, I felt like a total clown. I left Catherine a message, and the woman asked me where I was going. I told her, and pointed ahead and said, "I think it is that way," But actually, it was the opposite way. She offered to lead me there. I pointed out that I couldn't follow them without retrieving my keys from under her car. With that accomplished, she made a u-turn, and I followed. It turned out that it was fairly simple and fast to get to the Academy from there. We said goodbye. I offered them some $, but she refused. I told them how swell they all were and went to the Academy. Catherine was not yet downstairs. I knew they usually had a nice lunch for the committee members. While I was waiting, I was asked if I needed anything. I said, "how about a snack?". Anita Flanagan, who does the cooking for the meetings, presented me with corn beef and cabbage and some salads. Catherine came into the kitchen just as my food arrived. While I ate, various people from the meeting came down into the kitchen. Souhad sent cookies she had made home with us. I ate most of them on the ride home. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 1 photograph Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Online collection published by Vassar College Libraries, Poughkeepsie, N.Y. Title A name given to the resource The American Academy of Arts and Letters, NYC Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context roseman_8947 roseman:Friends_and_Acquaintances_2018