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Day 20
I had a friend named Mary Ann, that also went to Pasadena Playhouse for a while until she was priced out like me. As a kid, she lived in Pacific Palisades, until her family went broke. A neighbor was the late actor and artist Anthony Quinn. As a child in Mexico he was impoverished and told Mary Ann, that his education came from going to the museum and looking at paintings. I was also pretty poor working at Shelly's next to Lord & Taylor- and don't think I had been to a museum- or if so just the planetarium. I decided to follow what Anthony Quinn suggested and went to the Metropolitan Museum whenever I was off from waitressing. I bought cards of all the paintings that I grew to love. The wall around my bed became a virtual postcard museum. Just a few years later, I was hitching through Spain and stopped at the Prado and went by myself to Toledo to pay homage to El Greco. When you don't have anyone to hold your hand- being resourceful helps.... thank you Anthony Quinn.
