Drew in the crib, drew on my desk, drew on the basement walls...on church bulletins...in study-hall.
In fourth grade, to get me to stop drawing on my desk, Mrs. Wilson kept me after school and taught me how to paint.....
So I painted on my desk, in study-hall, painted on the basement walls....to get me out of the basement somebody gave me a french field easel.... painted on the porch...in alleys...in bars...next to dams... on dams...in dams...on the big giant slides at State Fair....
I never forgot Mrs. Wilson....
The world needs more Mrs. Wilsons...