Giacometti, Arthur and Rothko
Years ago I got into a taxi with my large portfolio. "What have you got there?" said the cabby. "It's my work," I said, "I go to Art School." "That's a nice hobby for you," he said. "I plan to make it my life's work!" "Well, you know what they say; 'Happy the man who loves his work and one woman.' " Then he turned all the way around in his seat to get a look at me and said, "I guess that might work for a woman, too." I agreed, but finding The One wasn't easy. In High School my best friend Susan went out with Dan, the coolest boy in the school--a student activist, a "serious person," and cute in that early Sixties way of short hair but not too short, khakis, button-down shirts and tan bucks. He used to take her into the city to visit the Museum of Modern Art. They had a favorite painting. He sent her a postcard that said, "Giacometti is dead, the world will re...