They are ——-, I overhead the man say to the woman as they stood just outside the doorway to the room where I was previewing items on a table at the auction house. I was familiar…
Month: October 2016
When I saw the thin song book at auction, I was excited. From its title “Impressions of a Negro Camp Meeting,” I assumed that an African American composer had written songs derived from a long-ago…
He’s not looking right at you, he’s looking past you, the auction-goer observed as I stood looking myself at a wall plaque of the plaster bust of a Native American chief. I was standing directly…