Thirds

When I was sixteen years old, living in Henrietta, Texas, I bought a set of the Great Books of the Western World. [yes, I realize this is no way to get girls.]

My parents, fearing I was throwing my money away, were dismayed.

About 15 years later, a bored parrot would chew the spine on several of them, from Milton to Karl Marx. I was dismayed.

Yet another 15 or so years pass. Now I'm drawing Vol. 35, which I am also re-reading.

I still think it was a good investment.

Pen and Ink, watercolor, 3" x 5".