I was driving through the plains on I-80, a lazy highway that lopes along the Platte River, when I passed a quiet sign announcing that the Robert Henri Museum, next exit. Henri was the painter and teacher at the center of a movement of urban realism around the turn of the 20th century; I knew that he came to New York from Philadelphia,1 along with severa…
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