Against the hills of Bolton Landing overlooking New York State's Lake George, he appeared a great bear of a man, wrestling his huge sculptures about the landscape to make his own private outdoor museum. In his workshop studio, he preferred the garb of a professional welder, though he could also work with tools as delicate as the dentist's drill. At night, he would turn gourmet, top off the evening with cigars, some Mozart, and occasionally dipping into James Joyce. Possessed by work and his own projects, he would grumble: "It always astounds...
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