My father finished his painting just in time for Brighton’s Art Festival this weekend. He was also scheduled to give a watercolor demonstration at the town hall in conjunction with the show and after the demonstration he and I set up shop to do festival goers’ portraits. I warmed up by doing Peggi and then one of my mom but my mom didn’t like the drawing I did. My father said, “Give her twenty five years and she’ll like it.” She didn’t like a portrait they had done in New Orleans 25 years ago but it’s hanging in their dining room now.
After the show we ate at Magnolia’s, the restaurant Obama ate at when he was in town. We had never been there but found some great salads on the menu and even Railroad Street IPA. After dinner the four of us walked down Park Avenue to Parkleigh where my sister works. We used to buy the New York Times in here when it was still a drug store. Now it is completely packed with stuff I couldn’t imagine buying. I feel like I am on another planet in there but they do a great business and they treat my sister right.
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