By WR Jones
As I remember it – boy, this is a wide open statement for someone with my memory. I could just as easily start talking about a popcorn ball fight at the Roxy when I was 10. But, I’m having a moment of lucidity here, this is a painting of a fence in Idaho.
Another windy fall day. I do remember reading the paper that morning in this town of 900 souls. There was an especially good deal on a house on a corner lot. It was something on the order of 2700 sq ft and they only wanted $485,000. What the hell? A town in Idaho? This clearly is a sign of major overpopulation in the USA. I don’t see any other explanation as to how such an undesireable place can bring prices like this. In the same paper I saw a condo for $4,000,000 and a lot for $6,000,000. Of course, these were in nearby (25 miles) Jackson, Wy, a resort town. Still, I’m thinking, this may be a major meth distribution center. How else can you account for all that money?
I was beside myself with the smell of such wealth. I was sure I could unload this piece to one of these wealthy landowners. I went door to door polishing my sales technique with every rejection. Finally, near the end of that long day, I hit. I found some fool who would take this painting off my hands if I would rake his leaves. There you go, a win win deal. I sold the piece, sort of, anyway it is out of my hands; he got his leaves raked, and I got my exercise without having to pay $15 at the local gym.
And some folks say I’m losing it.