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Albrecht Dürer Shaped My Sensibility I was 17 or so in 1971, 500 years exactly after the birth of Albrecht Dürer. I grew up in Mount Vernon, a small town named after George Washington’s [...]

In My Own Back Yard I am particularly fond of the East Wing of the National Gallery of Art, which is a 33 minute walk from my front door. Essentially it is in “my own back yard.” The [...]

In the Best Bookstore in the World As you all know from my last commentary I am in Love with Estonia. There are many reasons. One is that the best bookstore in the world is in Tallinn, and Sondra [...]