I've been waiting for this museum to open. Imagine: worker housing, jobs for women, great overalls. My kind of utopia. I am always attracted to big ships and engine grease.



Richmond shipyard

I am nostalgic for a time I didn't even experience. My only experience of that time is through the objects we find in old houses and the occasional museum. I keep looking for the German word that describes the pain of longing for one's home, sort of homesickness but not quite the same. I am looking for a book by Jonas Mekas, "I Had Nowhere to Go". I once found this book at the Strand in New York.