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I was going to be an artist from the third grade into college. In my first college art class there was a guy that used a wet-on-wet technique for a painting that looked like a photograph of the model sitting in front of him. He used a needlepoint artist brush and blended on the canvas as if he was creating pixels on a video monitor. The pompous future maestro even smoked a pipe like Norman Rockwell.

I dropped out of college after the first quarter and fled with my sister and her "old-man" to Louisville, KY, arriving there for the massive traffic jam in the late evening of Derby Day. Talk about omens.

Six months later I went back home to my parents, met and married my wife soon after, enlisted in the USAF, learned telecommunications and had a forty year career, retiring from Verizon after 31 years.

I only admire art now but as side note, I was born one hundred years to the day after Vincent van Gogh. Maybe I dodged a mournful fate. Our next wedding anniversary is the big five-oh. I also did a competent charcoal portrait of my bride though.