Went to
the new modern art museum
It had
just opened and there were Calders
Even a
couple of Warhol pieces
Not the famous stuff
Some floating Mylar
balloons he’d thought of
Floating around a room aimlessly
The
failing movie theater had converted
Reborn
into a space for art to breathe
A new
creature created by the new master
The architect
had become a local star
This
was his latest in a string of hits
I knew who
he was from the library downtown
And
because I had met his nemesis
I was delivering
furniture to an amazing house
Tucked
back in the Ahwatukee foothills
Looked
almost like his stuff, but rounder
When we
entered the second story bedroom
We were
told to not worry
The floor would hold us
The
hallway floor was clear glass
Butted up against a clear glass wall
Looking
over the living room 20 feet below
I
asked clumsily if this was a Bruder
The guy
hung his head and shook
Like
a prize fighter who is still standing
After a devastating right hook
I knew it wasn't quite Bruder’s style
Similar,
but. Like I said, rounder
I told the
story to my uncle
He's
an architect too
He
designed our house in Tucson
We were at
the new museum
Discussing
the art work and the building
I said
"It's nice, but you know what was great?"
Without
a pause he answered
"Yes,
it was the restroom. Wasn't it great?"
That’s exactly
right
The restroom
was amazing
Simplistic, architectural and
masculine
Then he
told me the thing,
The
secret I thought only I knew
"You
can really tell how good the architect is
by
how cool the restrooms are.”
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