I’d just remarked how lucky we (three lunch companions) were to be Americans. We’d been talking about the colossal cruelty of Russians throughout the ages — in history and literature — and branched off to colossal cruelty elsewhere, everywhere. It was my thought we were better off here than Russia.
Then Wendl said, “Flamingos!!” So we went to see the flamingos. I asked her to take this picture because I thought everyone should see the flamingos who have landed on thin wire legs in a Lincoln Center pool amid Henry Moore sculptures.
