Remembering Ruggiero Ricci
Sometime in early 1978 I received a phone call in my fifth-floor-walk-up artist’s garret in New York City. The voice at the other end said, “Hello, this is Ruggiero Ricci.” I promptly replied, “Yeah, and I’m the Pope!” And then, certain that one of my friends was playing a practical joke on me, “Who is […]
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