My father-in-law to be has been staying with us for a week now, and the Professor is highly agitated. He doesn't quite know what to make of the lumbering giant in the living room. Thing is, Carl and Boskowitz overlapped at Pratt one semester in '71, when PB was taking a break from Columbia. They shared a minimalist architectural sensibility, and agreed NYC was on its last legs. Still, the Professor doubted Fort Greene's intellectual fertility, and headed back to the Heights, only to fight with Trilling and Ed Taylor over just about everything, including David Bowie and Habermas.
In this photo the Professor longs for a tranquil afternoon...
