This reminds me of a jolly argument between an italian friend and George and me, about, what - a redo of what, somebody's memorial in a piazza in Rome's old city, Augustus if I remember. This was probably on abuzz, but I'm not sure, maybe on a2k. I think Paola and I lined up... to straighten out George.. which might not have happened.
She was online as PaolaL, and she and her (I assume well known to italians, a journalist) husband lived in Rome and New York City, and she and I and Diane and I met when I went back to NYC in 2003. She knew she was dying soon and told us both, but took us free into the Met, had lunch with us, and met at other galleries. Geez, I liked her. And Geez, I liked George.