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  • I call it Calder’s tub and it sits in our yard by the stand of old apple trees, too loosely planted to be an orchard.
    People drive by and ask “How much?”
    Or, cryptically, “Is it going in or out?”
    “It is going in,” I tell them. Very slowly, I add, under my breath.

    It probably was Calder’s tub. It came from the floor of the former Perls Gallery where he had his studio. Through a long series of events and years that I call the “Gallery Days,” we also have his keys. A set of keys marked with a black, yellow and orange dot. These were his colors.
    Alexander Calder was the Father, the creator, of the mobile - not the phone - the kinetic sculptures, and the stabile - sculptures that stayed put. He walked this earth, used a bathtub and a set of keys.
    We leave behind us treasures and ephemera.
    Oh, the ephemera, of it all.
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