At the Smithsonian, another bigwig was good to himself, with your money.
As far as we know, there were no laws broken here and no attempts at deception. The Post's James V. Grimaldi and Jacqueline Trescott, who examined Mr. West's spending patterns in a recent front-page story, noted his insistence that his travel reimbursement forms--for some $250,000 in just four years--be submitted openly and approved by his Smithsonian bosses. But that's not quite the whole story. Much of his travel--to Paris, Rome, Florence, Venice, Vienna, Sydney, Seville, Athens, New Zealand and other swank destinations whose enthrallment with Native American culture had until now gone unremarked--was only glancingly justified on Mr. West's expense forms. Many of the particulars of his travels, including a limousine in Paris (where taxis are plentiful) and $1,000-a-night forays to Manhattan, suggest that Mr. West had confused his role with that of the private-foundation executives with whom he rubbed shoulders. An oil portrait of himself that he commissioned, at a cost to the museum of $48,500, is evidence of a vainglorious sense of entitlement.
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"Chief Bigwig..."
Well, I know what to call the guy now.
I hope to see this museum this year.
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