Speaking of buying my daily bread, food shopping in Italy was also a major part of my early (and continuing) ...

Between the summer Shakespeare class and the meeting at the Rome Airport, there had been all the years of chance and...

On the day of my first personal encounter with BarclayI remember the sensation of walking out of the strong glare of...

It’s simple and it’s revolutionary. [Barclay’s] so-called “secret sauce” is pretty straight-forward: treat people...

I had known Lenny—obliquely—for nearly twenty years, since just after I had arrived in California from the East Coast...

My first personal encounter with Barclay was at the Barclay Simpson Fine Arts Gallery in Lafayette, California...

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On December 2nd of that year, I was waiting for Leonard Michaels, noted fiction writer, to emerge from the baggage...