BTW, I used to have a nice art collection. What's left of it is now locked in closets.
I even had a wonderful original oil portrait of Charles Dickens that was hanging in my living room. It was a relatively famous piece. I speak in the past tense because it was knocked off the wall and ended up on the floor with two gashes across Dicken's face.
[I speak in the past tense because it was knocked off the wall and ended up on the floor with two gashes across Dicken’s face]
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.
:)