In the throes of late night talk with Griff about the artists books she would bring to her class, the issue of Caydance going to New York City entered the conversation. This coming Spring, she planned to make a pilgrimage to Printed Matter, an artists books store where she purchased editioned books to add to the collection that she used in her classes.

On this trip, she would spend time in art spaces whose existence was unknown to Griff: The Franklin Furnace's archive, where travelling exhibitions of artists books were originating; the New York Museum of Modern Art Library, where she would talk with Head Librarian, Clive Phillpot, who was developing an extension collection of artists books. These collections contained her own works. And she made it clear that she planned to go by herself.

In the course of this discussion, it emerged that there was an artist, in whose Canal Street loft she had stayed in the past. The last time she visited, he took her to a Yankees game. But this time, Caydance assured Griff, she would stay at a small hotel in Greenwich Village. About the only good thing about this, Griff thought to himself, was that he did not want to stay at a small hotel in Greenwich Village.

This talk with Caydance was on Griff's mind when -- during her next to last class -- he met her brother Jack in Chinatown. "Do you know this man whom Caydance stayed with when she went to New York City?" Griff asked.

"That might have turned serious. His work is centered on artists books, and they have a lot in common, but luckily you came along before that happened."

"I was willing to go with her even though I had a bad feeling about small hotels in Greenwich Village, but she wants to go by herself."

"New York City", Jack replied, "is a high energy art world place, sort of like those bars in Oakland where you go by yourself and meet player friends and drink a lot of beer. Do you want to take Caydance with you when this occurs?"

arrow In the silence that followed this ridiculous question, Jack said. "Let's order food and Chinese beer and I'll tell you about how my colleagues and I disconnected the bugs that a gang of manuscript thieves installed in Sidonie Frazier's home."