I agree; I have three of his signed lithographs that I bought in the little shop in Sturbridge years ago.
What a wonderful place; it will always be one of my fondest memories. That, and how damn C O L D it was there.
Anyway, they did a great job at explaining his art there (I know...you might need Picasso explained, but...Rockwell?) But every painting of his told a story, and the level of detail was astounding when you looked for it. Here are two of my favorites:
You can't see the detail in this one, but if you could see the scoreboard, you would see Boston is losing in the sixth inning with one more out to go...and the two assistant managers are having words just behind the officials...it is easy to tell what the Boston assitant manager is saying..."Hahaha! You ain't gonna get a chance to to get that last out...it's gonna be a RESCHEDULE game...!" And the frustration on the opposing coaches face is priceless!
In this one, again you cannot see the detail, but that date on the calendar is a Saturday, and if you could make out the clock you would see it is about a minute to closing time for a town office on a Saturday (back then). I love his stuff.