I have a confession: I get in trouble a lot at the Cantor Arts Center.I know, arts editors should be setting a good example. But I go into exhibits with my little reporter's notebook and take notes in pen, when only pencils are allowed. The museum guards have a word with me. I take photos of the sculptures with my little pink iPhone. You're usually not supposed to do that.
I could play the press card and tell the truth, which is that I'm considering the exhibition for an article. But that seems snotty. So I just keep getting in trouble. It's not the guards' fault. I just forget to bring a pencil. (Sorry, Anna.)
Today, though, I had a really nice interaction with one of the museum guards. In a hurry, I was dashing in and out of the galleries getting quick looks at a few of the shows. Somehow, the same guard ended up holding the door for me three times.
He was a friendly young guy, and finally I said: "Three times. That's getting to be a record."
Without missing a beat, he said, "I'd do it a hundred times if you went through that many doors."
I felt like I was in a Cary Grant movie.
Pictured: Someone at the Cantor who isn't me (i.e., well-behaved). Photo from museum.stanford.edu.
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