So I went to lunch yesterday with Antonia Contro, the executive director of Marwen, sort of as a closing for my internship. She's great, very cool and an incredible artist. At the end of the lunch, though she gives me a Marwen Tshirt, very cool, and then a miniature red wagon because, get this, HER GRANDFATHER INVENTED THE RADIO FLYER WAGON. Seriously. Her family apparently still owns and runs the company. Apparently he immigrated from Italy when he was like 14, worked like a horse for years and years in awful jobs, and then sold like six wagons to Montgromery Ward in 19-whatever and off they went! Wow. Imagine your grandfather having invented such a fucking awesome toy.
Howard (my boss) and I have this fun little game going on in which he pretends I'm even mildly interested in hearing about his trials and tribulations with his tenants and I pretend I don't think he's a rude and conservative prick. It takes some effort on my end, but I usually succeed. His side seems to require less oomph, but I suppose such is the plight of the employee... Ah well, I only have to go 3 more times, tops.
Thinking of you all over Thanksgiving...