The Daily Muse

Jim Henson said, before he died, that this was his favorite moment on the Muppet show and it is mine also.

Et tu Brute?
He came to seize your berries not to praise them.
Friends, Romans, countrymen
lend me a beer.

Found with a “google” search of “weird Virginia” which also recommended a visit to the DEA museum that has a full size replica of a crack house and dioramas depicting the well known
horrors of marijuana addiction. Forget Williamsburg, Jamestown and the DC Monuments, the DEA museum is a “must see” for all responsible parents with children.

Mom and Dad somewhere in Richmond?
I first thought it was at Monroe Park but it doesn’t look right. Where were they?

The Gerber baby, parents and pet spider monkey.

Linking the Muse threads of panoramas, civil war history and French artists in one post, here is the Gettysburg panoramic painting by Philippoteaux. Do I win?

My brothers and I called my father’s parents, “Nanni and Poppy”. Poppy’s brother, my Uncle Shirley (that’s right, I also had an Uncle Leslie, which is probably why we were given the more normal names of “Billy, Bobby and Ricky”) told me that Poppy started out wanting to be a singer but that he got sick once and couldn’t perform so, being a very pragmatic man, he decided to become an artist instead figuring that he could continue to work even with a sore throat and that he wanted a creative career. He spent his working life as an illustrator for a medium sized publishing house in Nashville, mostly creating illustrations for medical textbooks. He also painted and near the end of his life he wrote and illustrated the first ever collection of Biblical cartoons, pen and ink drawings with accompanying text, that he called “Pointed Pen Parables”.
I have a copy somewhere and I would love to post some here. Maybe Corndoggie can find his and do so.
Here are a couple of his paintings, copies of copies. He loved to paint images of the waterfront and boats because he found such places beautiful, peaceful and calming. He gave me my love of boats and water, my name and perhaps some artistic genes. He was a very kind and loving man and had a pretty good sense of humor for an Adventist. He endured a lot of sorrow in his life, burying two of his three children,(one my father) dealing with the mental illness of his only surviving son and spending his life with Nanni, who could be rather difficult.
Sail on Poppy