Any reader of this blog will recognize the photos of Marianna Rothen. She's been supplying me with blog babeage for quite some time. And as most of you know I rarely go to the city anymore. But a M. Rothen show at Hendershot Gallery 195 Chrystie St, NYC is one of the very few reasons I will tighten the wire holding the back door of the Neon shut and head south for the evening. Add to that, Shewho's installation of the Golub/Spero headstone out at some Brooklyn cemetery and I could not avoid the trip.
My timing was perfect. I left the mountain at noon and was pulling up to Shewho's place in Brooklyn at 1:45pm. I never hit a bit of traffic. We headed for the cemetery. All was going well until we got totally lost trying to locate the headstone. I have a love/hate relationship with cemeteries. I own one, and am in the process of trying to buy another.....but they generally creep me out. When I get lost in them I start to twitch. Finally we found Leon and Nancy's resting place and the stone was beautiful...understated....and heartfelt. Shewho did good. Some pics and back in the car.
We grabbed a bite, did a little shopping and ended up at FREEMANS, a nice little bar in a back alley. In this city of millions, who walks in but my neighbor Diamond Dave and wife Irish Liz. Of all the gin joints....... The evening was off to a great start. Slick and Levi were supposed to drive down with me but begged off to stick to the mountain and "work". Let me just tell you boys- You think MO David North has beautiful women at openings? Hendershot for a Rothen show is a very close second. A couple of shots of whiskey and a few beers and I knew I had to either jump ship and head north or dig in for the night. We chose the former. An easy ride out and Shewho and I were snuggled in front of the woodstove by 10:30pm, no worse for the wear. Why I don't do this more often? I have no idea.