Erica Fortwengler, whom I've come to think of as my agent, though she's actually a terrifically talented, beautiful young woman, and not a crone with a heart of stone, told me I had to blog every day my show "Food, Glorious Food" was on exhibit. "Be witty," she advised. It reminded me of a time when a writer friend of mine was instructed by her agent to make the novel 25% funnier. The above piece, A Brace of Onions, did not make the cut. (Erica can be a cruel mistress.) It is not in the show, but it's hanging in Studio 3 of the Torpedo Factory. Come visit. I'm there Fridays and Saturdays.
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