I was walking Chuck this morning and we walked by a dad decorating the sidewalk with his little boy.
It made me remember when I was a little boy my dad once took out a giant newsprint pad and a metal cigar case filled with vine charcoal. He put a recording of "The Little Train that Could" and began to draw the scene with me. He handed me a piece of the charcoal and as he drew the train and the tracks I drew the mountains and trees. It's a good memory and it made me happy for myself and the people who were drawing on the sidewalk.