Papuna took this picture driving on the highway on the way to new york. He was in a white isuzu trooper that he never paid for. He gave it up only to get it back years later. His Russian friends fixed the paperwork and he got it free and clear. After 9/11 his license was suspended because the spelling of his name did not match the one on his visa. He says the F word a lot. But thats another story.

This is the Art museum sitting on the bluff over the river in Chattanooga.

Heather
The photo does not give the detail needed to paint the kids. But I thought it would work well as a 8x10 glossy B/W photo. Nicely matted and framed I think it would be pretty cool.
This image would need to be cleaned up. But before I spend hours making it perfect, I'd like you to take a look and approve the idea. Please let me know if it works for you. Click on the image to make it larger.

Paula went to pick up her RX at the drive in line. There is a grey caddy in front of her. Its taking a while. Suddenly a brown Chevelle drives up next to the caddy and the window comes down. The shouting got crazy and there was finger pointing, Paula opened the window to hear what was said.
"I pay the bills and your out here with another man?" the brown car said. The driver of the caddy waves him off, He didn't go, instead he pulled forward and blocked the caddy. Paula thought " what if he has a gun?" as she listened in fascination.
Two kids were riding in the caddy with their Mother. "She wasn't even pretty, she had a big bum" said Paula. The argument grew and the language and hand motions quickly got wild. Suddenly the doors opened and both men popped out. In the flurry of movement Paula saw the reflection of a gun in the window. Paula said "And just like that they were back in their cars and gone, and it was over."
Over? just like that? What happened? I asked. She just winked and said in her sweet southern draw: "Why I put my gun back in my purse silly"

The Boston Trip went like this:

Cambridge. A Ben and Jerry Factory tour. Bar hopped til dawn in Montreal, while it snowed for hours.

Canadian cigarettes are weird. The kudish guy riding an arcade bike at 5am turned and asked me " Do you have American cigarettes?"

Canadian labels against smoking take up 50% of the pack. They are so against smoking that on the box they promise to kill you if he smoking doesn't.

Had a great time

I've been thinking of getting an 1965 volvo 544 again just to drive on weekends. It would be a fun car to cruise around and a diversion of the first order.
I need to call Kelly.
This is an adaptation of some airbrushed art I did years ago. I'd like one of these Olds also. Man, I got cars on my mind today baaaad. Thats what watching car auctions will do to you.

There is no story to go with this. I just felt like posting something.