Cabin Service
The wailing three rows ahead of me began a few minutes after my flight to JFK from LAX had reached cruising altitude. Seats emptied out around a woman whose incoherent litany grew louder by the…
Dear Mrs. Rose
I’ll admit I didn’t rush to see the collection of Joanna S. Rose’s quilts at the Armory last week, even though the six-day show was about to end. Free admission to “Infinite Variety: Three Centuries…
