An early morning e-mail from Benedicte:  “Ready to take MN to GCT to meet you at TT to jump in BB for VG date at PMOA.”


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Chapter 3:





We spent about/almost two hours with VG.  Nice to spend time with him up close and personal-like even though it meant fighting off the hoards who had the same idea.  
The map of the innards of PMOA was nearly impossible to follow.  It seems like the whole day, everywhere we were we had to ask a man in uniform for directions.  One was memorable and kept our imaginations busy for quite some time.
Boy oh boy were we pleasantly surprised/astounded by the contemporary art wing.  Oh.  A room full of Jasper Johns was only the tip of the iceberg.  It made us forget our sore, throbbing, spending-time-with-VG-feet.  I really wish that wing was on this side of the Hudson (says the greedy art everywhere New Yorker).
We saw an up close original Adolph Gottlieb pictograph.  Ah ha.  Lightbulbs went off in our noggins.  iPat shot off an e-mail to the absent others to brag about our good fortune.  (Next week we are getting together to make our own.)
Both of us fell in love with a Jackson Pollock (I never thought I’d say that), “Male and Female”, 1942-43.
A room of contemporary Mexican art.  
And it just went on and on – each room held more surprises.


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Time to spare so we spent our un-spent public transportation $8 on a coffee, latte and an oatmeal raisin cookie for me (it only came to $6 but I already spent the other $2 earlier in the day, he he) and lolled at an umbrella table inside the Amtrak station.  At the Police booth two white-haired cops had started their shift.  Oh well.  We had our memories.




Sporadically, on the way home, iPat and iBen played an internet game (Draw Something) with each other. 

BB has nice Wi-Fi.



Only ten minutes late, we parted company and Benedicte headed to GCT and MN while I walked in the other direction to PS and LIRR.