I told him it is like sitting through a poetry open mic. There are awful moments, but you wait patiently because something good might happen. What I will say is that there was something for everybody as we strolled through Manor of Art on Friday night. And everybody, indeed, was there. The cross-section of the curious who showed up was surprising and heartening. The rooms could be divided into installation, gallery, little art shop. There were plenty of Juxtapoz-flavored (figurative...