The exciting news this week: I finished writing or revising profiles of all 25 or so artists associated with the Barge. Hooray! The last—but surely not least—of the Barge Bunch was:
In the course of doing other stuff, I caught a couple of bios that were either too short or badly written, so I fixed them:
Mark Lavatelli
Those out of the way, I played catchup with some ancient Front Yard artists.
On to more pressing matters: Aunt Sally was stunned when, of all people, Uncle Jesse showed up. Yes, yes, Uncle Jesse, her estranged brother! He arrived in the dead of night, looking like a cross between a cowboy and a short order cook. Little Suzy answered the door and had the bejeezus scared out of her when she saw the hulking beast of a man she had heard little or anything about. “Don’t just stand there,” Uncle Jesse grumbled. “Let me in.”
“Who is it,” yelled Aunt Sally from her bedroom. “Who’s at the door?”
“I don’t know who he is, but he’s awful big,” replied Little Suzy, keeping one eye on the screen door and determined not to unlatch it.
“It’s me, Sally. Jesse. Remember me?”
“Land sakes I do,” said Aunt Sally. “What the heck are you doing here after all these years?”
“I’m on a mission … a mission from God,” Uncle Jesse grunted.