
here I am choosing it up in front of the original Air Jordan. I bought them, new at some giant sporting goods store when they were more down. I wanted a hightop shoe to hike through the Rockies, the American desert in the Alps. By the end of that summer those shoes disintegrated and I threw them away. The exact model I had is currently listed on eBay for $8500
There was also an exhibit about arcade games, reconfigured for Brooklyn. To the left is a picture of my daughter playing a video game where the goal is to parallel park
These special exhibits were cute, and they do attract a lot of visitors. But the fact that I got into the door got me to look at one painting that I really related to.

MEDIUM Oil on canvas
DATES 1964
I gave my daughter a chance to look at the mummies that she's seen on more than a few class trips and I sat across from his painting for about 20 minutes. It really struck a chord with me. When my twins would just that age I had pushed him around that museum. If I would've noticed that painting then I would've sat in a chair and fall asleep like that man. Also, it was painted in 1964. In that year I would've been as old as those little babies. It is in a and will will will and in a and now he and in my and he is in and in all will you and I and I and he and I will will will and
So I'm never gonna be the guy who says everything happens for a reason. But I was the guy needed to rest for 15 minutes and found a good spot to do it. So maybe I'll take my son to the museum and let him bang on the video games and I'll find another object to discover.
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