tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436109717196393544.post6165334917890875790..comments2023-09-30T04:54:50.127-07:00Comments on American Folk Art @ Cooperstown: Serving Up Sullivan's DinerPaul D'Ambrosiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077294618907782935noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436109717196393544.post-15837206877837523492011-01-02T10:48:05.743-08:002011-01-02T10:48:05.743-08:00Paul, Thanks for writing about this piece. I reall...Paul, Thanks for writing about this piece. I really do identify with the working people part of what you said. Having carved and painted my pictures for 38 years, my personal version of twelve million eggs is twelve million woodchips.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436109717196393544.post-23886061181910848192010-11-24T07:34:26.670-08:002010-11-24T07:34:26.670-08:00I had a feeling you would have known this place, G...I had a feeling you would have known this place, Gary. Thanks for the insightful comment, as usual!Paul D'Ambrosiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09077294618907782935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436109717196393544.post-84346173375947157492010-11-24T03:02:21.719-08:002010-11-24T03:02:21.719-08:00Paul, I didn't realize that these carvings exi...Paul, I didn't realize that these carvings existed. Sullivan's Diner has been a part of my world for many years and I used to eat a lot of those 12 million eggs that Fran served up. It wasn't the food that made it a special place however. It was the intimacy of the samll space of the diner and the warmth of Fran's personality. It always felt like you were in her kitchen at home and, even if you weren't a regular, you felt instantly included in the diner's community.<br />Thanks for posting this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com