The first time I saw Andy Warhol was in 1983. It was a sunny spring day. I was walking to class. I had just transferred to New York University.
Andy Warhol was walking up University Avenue. He wore his usual blue blazer and silver wig, with a camera around his neck. A shy-looking black kid was walking behind him. This was probably Jean Michel Basquiat. Though I didn’t know who that was at the time.
I was thrilled to see Warhol. I’d only been in New York for a month or two. I was still learning about the big city. Like how you might see one of the most famous people in the world walking down the street. I couldn’t believe it was him. Andy Warhol!
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