From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   	After the Apple Store my father and I set out northward aiming   
   for the Metropolitan again, and we were getting pretty far up.  We went   
   past, for example, embassies with flags we couldn't recognize, and   
   determined from the door signs that Serbia seems to be doing all right   
   for itself.  Then we decided that maybe we could go to a different   
   museum instead that didn't involve walking so extremely far in the cold.   
   I was willing to take any museum.   
      
   	By then we were starting to run into street signs promising   
   exhibits at the Henry Clay Frick collection which was somewhere farther   
   along yet, of course, although we didn't have any clear idea where and   
   the signs didn't bother to give a street address.  It turns was just a   
   few more blocks up in a building that had that vaguely-late-19th-century   
   library look to it.   
      
   	The Frick museum had the expected restrictions on it --- no   
   photography, no labor organizers, no shooting the management --- but   
   also a healthy collection stuffed full of rooms.  It's one of those types   
   of mansions where there were sitting rooms, standing rooms,   
   taking-coats-off rooms, putting-coats-on rooms, and so on.  The only   
   rooms whose purpose I clearly understood anymore were the banquet room   
   which was large enough for Arena football and the garden room with some   
   water fountains inside.   
      
   	And yes there was art too, including a Gilbert Stuart portrait   
   of George Washington and a number of pieces from Titian that brought the   
   recent and very silly row in the British parliament to my mind, so I was   
   probably the only person suppressing a giggle through these parts.  Not   
   to sound like I don't appreciate the art but I've got very few abilities   
   in describing artwork in text and you can probably look up the high points   
   in the collection online and see Authorized Photographs anyway.   
      
   	I'm better in writing about the trivialities, like the discovery   
   that they actually have phone booths.  Well, phone closets, since they're   
   built into the wall, and one of them was even being used by someone.   
   Still, it does mean that if Clark Kent had to change into Superman in   
   Manhattan today provided he was a member or it was Sunday morning during   
   the ``donate what you like'' time he could do it easily at the Frick.   
      
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   								Joseph Nebus   
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