It doesn’t end the way it begins, and that’s purely intentional.
BAYLOR: Pop art in one-party Hoosierstan
Once upon a time, I met John Warhola. He died on Christmas Eve.
In 1991, only recently arrived in Kosice, Czechoslovakia, to assume short-term duties teaching conversational English to staff members at the city’s University Hospital, I was asked by Dr. Robert Roland — the hospital’s first post-Communist administrator, who had hired me — if I’d like to accompany him to a Saturday afternoon museum opening in Medzilaborce.