Not New York, obviously, this is Martha's Vineyard. After several months of negotiating with a gallery for a job there and finding an apartment through the internet that I adored, I went up for a few frigid days and had my heart set on living in Edgartown. What? You thought I'd never leave Manhattan? Get real. But, as fate would have it, because of crisis in the gallery owner's family life, the deal crashed and burned. I can not begin to tell you how disappointed I was, am, and today is the first anniversary of having that dream crushed. So, in memory, here are two visions from that fantasy; now, let's move on.