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Leslie Chamberlain came to Wilmington from St. Louis, Mo., to escape suburban sprawl and find a pretty little place where she could live a neo-Victorian fantasy as the proprietor of a gracious bed and breakfast. Nobody in Wilmington thought the ebullient, almond-eyed woman had a chance of making a B and B work; the town had never had one before, so people assumed it couldn't be done. But in 1990 Leslie and her husband Rick, a physician with good business sense, bought an ornate 1869 brick Victorian house on South Street. After six months of painting, wallpapering...
...dutiful doctor's wife while Rick pursued a career as a medical director of hospital emergency rooms in Cincinnati and later St. Louis. They lived in a series of crowded subdivisions where Leslie raised three kids. In 1989 she read a magazine article about a couple that ran a bed and breakfast. "I told Rick, 'This is what I want to do.' And in 10 years of marriage, he'd never heard me say that...
Deciding that she didn't have the stomach for such battles, Leslie Chamberlain quit the Design Review Board and started looking for new challenges. She put her bed and breakfast up for sale and enrolled in a landscape-architecture course at Ohio State. After she gets her degree, she and Rick plan to move the family to Nantucket, Mass., where preservationists tend to win their battles. "I tell people that Wilmington's getting just a little too big for me," says Leslie, her perfect smile firmly in place...
Avery's installation alters the disease to the point of ominous abstraction. A traditional sterile hospital bed and two metal chairs are housed between the two walls and a gabled pine-rafter roof. Beach ball-sizes models of the HIV virus hang from the gallery ceiling over the clinic's roof. These black balls, marked by a wood-cut print of the HIV virus's polka-dot structure, envelop patient, doctor, and visitor alike...
Driving on the highway, I am stuck behind a black delivery truck from East Coast Custom Car. On the back of the truck in bright yellow lettering is a list of things sold at East Coast Custom Car: stereos, alarm systems, bed liners, 4X4 accessories, trailer hitches, fog lights, wheels "and so much more." I make a note to include these items in my accounts, then turn off toward the bay, which is winter blue already. The powerboats have disappeared. The cormorants swarm in a black mass near the mouth of a creek, their snake heads craning for invisible fish...