10/4/2004 09:03:11 AM|||Chench|||I went to my first art gallery show yesterday. It was the artists first showing as well. Dora and Ana's dad, Gene. I couldn't express what Gene and Maria mean to me. I've known them my whole life of course and although I don't see them as much as I should, they understand. I have to make some time to have the kids over to see them soon. Anyway, it looked as if the show went well. There was a good turnout as far as I could tell. I was proud of Gene yesterday. Mom would have been too. There were a few moments of nostalgia for me. First was seeing all the Pinto's together. Me being there almost completed it for me but Mom was missing. Then, I saw an older woman I recognized and it turns out she was a student at the ceramic shop 20 years ago. She was good friends with Mom and remembered me as a child.

Passing through Harlem on the train and at this time of year, the sun is rising now and shining through the window. Time to start remembering to sit on this side of the train every morning. Oops, in the tunnel now. Reality strikes! BFN.
|||109689517129450360|||You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk.