People are mentioning Bowie quite a bit today; perhaps this is the time to get my mind off of being shot with a paint gun, by finally telling about how I once spent a few minutes on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art discussing the philosopher Santayana with him (as one does) Someone I knew casually from the scene who did a lot of high-
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That’s a lovely, magical story, and I’m glad you shared it.
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