Hi, Andy

Woke up at the crack of dawn, went to the airport.  There was a guy cleaning the windows of the plane as I was going on, and some people can just look up and say, “Hi, Andy” so casually, and he was great, he did that.  Later he came to find us and asked for an autograph for his high school teacher.

Cab in from the airport.  Dropped off the bags and Fred.  Sent Ronnie for supplies.  Went to 860.  Jamie Wyeth was there, talked to him.  Lester Persky called to invite me to dinner in honor of James Brady, who’s the new editor of New York.

Geraldine Stutz was there.  It turns out she’s on the same council as Jamie, the American Council for the Arts, that gives money to artists.  I think it’s disgusting the artists they give the money to.  They always pick the ones that are very “serious.”  Walter Cronkite was there.