I was on the subway this morning on my way to the Whitney Museum. As I stood up to get off at my stop a young girl of about five walked up to me and handed me the drawing you see above. She explained that she had drawn me during the ride and wanted me to have it. The object in my hand is a book. Being the good New Yorker that I am, I always make sure to have reading material handy when on the subway. The drawing is hanging now on the refrigerator. Re the Whitney, I had not been to the museum since it moved from the Upper East Side to the Meatpacking District several years ago. I was glad when I heard several years ago that they were moving. The Whitney always had something of an identity crisis when it was on East 75th Street, what with the Met ten blocks to the north and MOMA 20 blocks to the south. Now, on Gansevoort Street, not only does it stand alone, but closer to its roots in the Village where Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney founded the institution in the early 1930s.