Headed for Pennsylvania and some home-made pumpkin pie, I plunked myself in the backseat and stayed there. I've sometimes said that if I win a lottery, I'll hire a driver. I guess I won. Two-thirds of our family love to drive, allowing me to work and take a nap.
So here we are in William Penn country, full of old stone houses and a lot of wind, but no snow. Virginia's getting the white stuff this year instead.
Tonight I caught the evening news on ABC, one of the features being criticism of Kate Middleton's likeness on a British coin. Newsworthy, certainly. I learned how difficult it is to represent a human face 10 years ago when I hired a sculptor to catch our son, Adam, in bronze. The poor artist had to put up with repeated objections, "something's not quite right; I can't put my finger on it." (Actually I could, but that didn't help.) Seldom can I recognize the real-life version of what I've seen in a photograph, much less a human's attempt to mold a ball of clay. I remember the brouhaha about Peter Hurd's Lyndon Johnson portrait. So yes, we need to be reminded every 40 years or so that a coin or portrait isn't a person. Big news.
"Sometime you should ask Virginia about this," says Virginia.
Or Dennis. I think I will.
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