Westchester Arts Award
This is the speech I gave in April when Westchester Arts gave me their prize for being an artist, a prize I was certain my mother [(92) and in the audience] would be amused by. (In photo from L. to R.: LuPicard, Ben Cheever (me) and John Nonna.)
“I’m too polite to ask what you’re being honored for,” my mother said, when I invited her to come today. “That’s good,” I said, “because I’m not at all sure myself. I wonder if these people know who I am.” And I thought this, too, until I saw today’s program and noticed that my remarks had been restricted to a single minute. “Well then,” I thought, “maybe they do know who I am.”
I certainly know who some of you are. I know Steve Apkon and how he (more…)
