November 7, 2007

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  • Once upon a time, when I was a wee thing, probably about 7 or 8, my mother and I attended a private showing of Picasso’s works at the Norton Simon.   I do recall delighting the crowd when I announced, “I can paint better than that.  He doesn’t know where her eyes go.”

    And I still think so today.

    As for the firm?  Humn …

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