Sometime in the next couple of months, I am coming to the “Big Apple.” I have to take two paintings to Sotheby’s, for probable auction, and plan to rent a pumpkin truck, just for the occasion. So, there I will be, on the sidewalks of New York, with precious objects of art under my arms, and my pants hiked up to show my ankles and white socks, over dung encrusted boots. (And a valuable cargo of pumpkins, as well.)
I figure I need a native guide, ya know?
A native guide who knows where Sotheby’s is. A native guide who knows something about fine art would be a special treat. At any rate, I need all the usual advice on accommodations, getting around the city with paintings under my arm. (At least until I find Sotheby’s) I also need a place to park the pumpkin truck, after unloading the art, and pumpkins.
After successfully assaulting the bastions of the Upper Class Art Mongers and Purveyors of Fresh Vegetables, I will want to drink, and boast with friendly companions of the common classes. Dopers, even! Then, I will be interested in sleeping.
(Oh, my sister, Ellie-May might decide to come along. She isn’t a doper. She is a retired Elementary School Principal.)
So the call goes out, to dopers of the Megalopolis. Any chance of a helping hand? A pallet on the floor by your woodstove? Directions to the Art House of the Rising Sun? A big Dopefest that evening, at your place? Work with me here.
Tris
“When they’re handin’ out the hartaches, you know you got to have you some.” ~ Juice Newton ~
