IT’S PRICELESS….but, what is it?
A Picasso perhaps, or Juan Gris, ... maybe Henri Matisse?
None of the above. However, it’s an original sketch and it hangs on the wall of my daughter and son-in-law’s house. Can you imagine what it’s worth?
As the credit-card commercial says…”the paper it’s drawn on…..$1.00, the frame it’s in……..$6.00. The sketch………PRICELESS”.
And,(as Paul Harvey would say) “here’s the rest of the story”. The year was 1982 and my husband and I were living in North Carolina. I was working in the emergency room of our local Hospital and had come home very tired and downcast after a grueling day.
My husband, Dick, had his own business and he must have had a good day because he was in a very jovial mood when I arrived home.
Seeing that I was exhausted and grumpy he insisted that I kick back in the recliner and then he bowed low before me and said, “and what can I do for Madame that will lighten her load?”
I tried to get into his bantering mode and closing my eyes I gestured dramatically with the back of my hand on my forehead, let out a long sigh and said “sir, you can draw me a bath.”
AND HE DID.