My New Neighbor Whitney Has Replaced the Cow

I've just come back from visiting my new neighbor, the Whitney Museum smack there on the river, just a few blocks from where I've lived my whole grown up life. In the film of my memory I can still see that eighteen-year-old running away from home on the BMT into 'the City', because all she ever wanted was to live in Greenwich Village. My $99-a-month salary as an assistant in a nursery school did not afford me a Village idyll of a brownstone on a pretty tree-lined street. But I did find a place t...