My new Arnold Friedman lithograph arrived yesterday, just in time for me to drop it off at the framer before leaving for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival this morning. It was even more beautiful than I’d expected, so much so that I gasped when I took it out of the package, as did my houseguest.
“Can you believe I only paid $225 for it?” I asked her.
“Omigod,” she replied, looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ve paid more than that for shoes.”