AN AFTERNOON WITH JACOB LAWRENCE
It’s Saturday at the Seattle Art Museum. Not my usual day out. A perk of self-employment is the option to engage the public off hours, and I like to have the museum to myself. But on Saturdays, the lobby bustles with families and couples, locals and tourists, and solo visitors like myself who want to fill their eyes with new delights, escape the summer heat, or a bit of both. There is a sign near the ticket counter. I do not stop to read it because I already know what it says: a warning for...
