A little over a century ago, in the bustling seaport of New Bedford, Mass., a man and a boy found a common interest. The boy, Albert Pinkham Ryder, the son of the town's jack-of-all-trades, was only eleven at the time. But town legend has it that every so often he would cross Mill Street to watch his neighbor Albert Bierstadt, 28, paint. In time, both left their home town to seek their fortunes as artists, but if their paths ever crossed after that, there is no record of it. Last week, as New...
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