Mike Fink
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Jacob Lawrence painted and illustrated the great migration of the African-American population, from south of the Mason-Dixon line northward and eastward, in a noted series currently on … more
Marguerite Dorian Taussig came to our town, taught a class in botany, composed and contributed a fine and witty essay about how the names of perfumes change to reflect the mood of the times, and … more
It’s midsummer and the dog days are upon us. A nice air-conditioned cinema showing an excellent documentary can make that heat much more bearable.  “Won’t You Be My … more
I’d been planning my pilgrimage to the place where patriotism was born and bred: the bleak, black isle of Sint Eustatius.     “Don’t go there, there’s nowhere to swim, nothing to see, nothing to do,” advised a pair of sophisticated travelers I sometimes see at the pool at the local Marriott.   “Cruise ships avoid it altogether,” they claimed.   more
We met at a coffee shop. I was looking for him, and he for me. I took note of a slim cane on the floor beside his table. “Fink?” he inquired. We had arranged our rendezvous because his dentist told him that I was a person who would listen … more
My story begins with my student Max Levi Frieder, who came from Colorado to the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD). more
They were my Yale classmates and roommates long, long ago.  I took the train to New Haven for a trio reunion/rendezvous on a fine fall day, with egrets on the blue water under the azure … more
I like to fight back against the health-food and exercise addicts.  “My father,” I claim, “prescribed salt – a pile, a pillar, of it  against infection, a cigarette as a cure for a cold, and a shot of Four Roses as a pick-me-up … more
I met Alexandra Broches at a marina cafe in South Kingstown.  She has served as director of the Hera Gallery in Wakefield, where she has also shown her prints, photographs and paintings.  She has taught at both the University of Rhode … more
I met my aunt Stella for the first time when I was a bar mitzvah boy, I mean a young teen-ager. Why? She came down to our cobblestones from Montreal, now that the war was over and travel bans were lifted. You could take a train or drive on your … more
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