Miriam D. Tabb

  • passages November 30, 2017

    Holly Block (1958–2017)

    I MET HOLLY IN 2009 OR 2010. I was leaving the museum with a cup of wine from a public program that I was attending, and she was coming down the steps, saying, “Excuse me, excuse me.” I thought, “Oh my gosh”: I knew who she was, and I was like, “I’m going to get in trouble. I better drink this wine really quickly.” I didn’t want to seem alcohol-ish—that happened later. So I thought, Let me just play it cool.

    She came down and said, “Who are you? You’re always here.”

    I said, “Oh, I’ve lived right next door all my life. I just quit my job, nineteen years working with a New York City agency.”

    She was