About two decades ago, on a rainy winter afternoon in New York, I waited at a street corner for my father to drive by and pick me up. I was 15 and had just finished a college tour at the School of Visual Arts in Manhattan. Just then the rain and wind picked up, so I hurried to seek shelter at the closest open shop. It happened to be a darkly lit Goodwill second-hand goods shop.
I waited out the rainstorm in Goodwill. There, an intriguing wall piece caught my eye: A crumbled poster had been straightened and placed in a frame. A small piece of painter’s tape with the writing “$20” stuck to its corner. The poster depicted thousands