A Visit To The Getty

By Jonathan Blaustein

Courtesy of the J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles

The phone beeped in the middle of the night. A text. Must have been Dad, I thought, shaking off my dreams. He wakes up at 3:30 in the morning. He must have sent me good wishes on the trip.

Jesus Christ, Dad. It’s the middle of the night. Give me a f-cking break.

I swatted at the phone to shut it up, and went back to bed. I was due up super-early to head to California, so I was none-too-pleased to have my anxiety-ridden sleep interrupted any further.


When the phone beeped again, this time as an alarm clock, I rolled out of …read more

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