When I first heard the term "jet lag" years ago, I had never been on a plane and I had also recently finished watching "West Side Story," so in my head, I'm picturing dance-fighting gangsters with leg problems. The flight to New York wasn't bad; only four hours. But I was so exhausted every night of the National Sculpture Society Celebration conference that I would crash on my soft bed with giant pillows and dream until morning. Mike would wake up energized and ready to go each morning, and I would drag myself out of that comfy bed and pray that breakfast would make me feel just as energized. Carnegie Hall, kiddie-corner from Park Central Hotel. Yay breakfast! Friday morning we found a cute coffee shop that served giant muffins, creamy oatmeal, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. The best part? It was right next to the hotel (which is also kiddie-corner from Carnegie Hall. Awesome!). After scarfing down this deliciousness I did feel better, and I follo...
Michael Aaron Hall, Sculpting in Bronze and Stone