Keith Haring's We the Youth Mural in Philadelphia: Art, AIDS, and Memory
The universe decided to send me a message the other day. That message was that my friend Paul would have made a great old man. I had to stop what I was doing to sit down and think about it. Yes, a great old man. Not an avuncular old man or a friendly grandpa type (although, as a librarian, he worked with children and served people from all walks of life). But an irascible, mockingly ill…











