Every time you go into the NYHS Library, you have to sign in. Friday when I arrive, I notice Timothy Gilfoyle, a scholar whose work I admire, has arrived that morning. He stayed the entire day, but unfortunately I couldn't think up a comment or question intelligent enough to interrupt him. I got to see him at work in his natural environment, though. He looked like he was having fun.
Every day is like an adventure.
Some things surprise me, others delight, others make me laugh. I find an illustrated book from the mid-nineteenth century called Women of New York , which describes caricatured types that can be found in the city. Unfortunately the book is too fragile for the images to be photocopied. I want to say, that I don't even know where to begin. But then, I begin to get into a groove.