O,pus-wack! The line at the MOMA was from here to infirmity! So we went to the museum across the street with the fine Ruth Duckworth exhibit of stoneware and porcelain. I’m back in Massachusetts in my fluffy chair, comfortable, familliar, and so much more prosaic than Brooklyn on Purim, which was overrun with Orthodox dressed as clowns. I am still sweaty from the Toots and the Maytals show at B.B. King’s on 42nd street. A good trip, except I had people telling me what to do and where to go the whole time. I should have fled and met Jaime for lunch; we never got to williamsburg, eating instead at the Cinco de Mayo taqueria. Good food, but I wanted to wander a bit farther. I do wish I had read this bit before and gone looking for Banksy’s pieces; perhaps I could have stolen one! THere would have been a certain completeness to that, eh.