Why We Drink Wine
Dear friends, it's Christmas Eve, and I want to tell you a story.
In the early 1990s, we met Jack Mayer. He was originally from Memphis but had long been away, operating art galleries, first in Paris and then New York. Elderly and ill, he had returned to Memphis, where he now lived alone in a garden apartment filled with books and art; a few relatives l…
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