When does slightly strange become too strange? I usually shrug must people off when they come into the gallery and may seem to have a few quirks, but what happens when they don't just pop into browse but have now made it a regular visit?
A gentleman has started to make the gallery his home. He seems to have appeared for no reason, like he blew in with the wind. Now he comes in three times a day and never seems to have the desire to leave. Or any sort of a home or schedule.
Besides talking your ear off, he loves to show people a newspaper clipping in his shirt pocket.
A gentleman has started to make the gallery his home. He seems to have appeared for no reason, like he blew in with the wind. Now he comes in three times a day and never seems to have the desire to leave. Or any sort of a home or schedule.
Besides talking your ear off, he loves to show people a newspaper clipping in his shirt pocket.
He slides it out and whispers, 'I keep it close to my heart.'
Ssstrange!
This is not just any clipping, but a picture of a very young violinist for the Utah Symphony. I wonder if she has any idea that he carries it around? Maybe it's best to remain in the dark?
I can understand liking a celebrity and starting a blog, but hey, even I don't carry Stanley's picture in my pocket. If I start, I pray my family has an intervention.
I just hope one day he doesn't slide out the clipping and I glimpse that the girl has been replaced by my face.
