My generation discovered the big-eyed waifs at grandma's house or in the marginalia of our local thrift shops. The generation older than me knows that at one point Margaret Keane's big-eyed paintings of children were everywhere.
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Anyone who needs to reinforce the notion that New York City is a ridiculously intense city need only watch two rushed men compete for a cab.
I never knew Mr. Simon's first name. It seemed to me that after 82 years of building a life, a business through sheer force of will, Mr. Simon was an appropriate moniker.
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