The Wilder Building in Rochester, NY, was a building of detective stories and shadowy black and white movies, where names were printed on translucent glass windows in heavy doors, and letters dropped through mysterious slots to be magically transported away.

It was here that my father, as a young attorney, set up his desk and swivel chair and awaited his future. This is where, in my imagination, Bronco the dog (his first client) came to see him, although I know in reality that Bronco stayed at home protecting the world from litigious mailmen. (my father won the case for Bronco)

In 1995, in the final weeks of my fatherÕs life, I gave him a print of my work Krakow, Prague, & Rochester. As I pointed out the hidden windows of the Wilder Building, his eyes lit up, and I knew that the memories of the Wilder Building were powerful enough to merit a work of their own.

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