Anne Gould Hauberg, the arts patron who knew how to crack a joke and command a room, and who also had one of those exquisite Matisse drawings facing her when she sat on her couch at home, died Monday at age 98. I liked her very much. She was no stuffy snob. She was a whip. She is already very missed.
Craig Sailor wrote about her eventful life and death in yesterday's The News Tribune; a public celebration memorial will happen in May.