Every night for 37 years leathery, angular Arnold Friedman went home from his job as a Manhattan postal clerk to his attic studio in Queens. There he painted the people who had come up to his money-order window, the street scenes that had caught his eye. In 1937 he retired on pension, able at last to paint all day. Last Feb. 23 Arnold Friedman was 60. Same day the Metropolitan Museum of Art bought his painting Unemployable (see cut). By last week, when his one-man show opened in Manhattan's Bonestell Gallery, modest Arnold Friedman was making a noise like a sure-enough...
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