Howard

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Seeing Things (1)

This is the first in a series of personal observations about how people experience and explore museums.

Transcending Time

Frank O’Hara was a poet near and dear to my heart. Born in Baltimore in 1926, he died tragically forty years later in an accident on Fire Island. The death of a poet is never a pretty thing, and this one was especially ugly: he was run over by a jeep one evening on the dunes.