It’s been six years this week since the appearance of this Sunday Arlo & Janis tribute to the painter Andrew Wyeth, who had just passed away. It includes an embarrassing mistake on my part, but it must not have been too embarrassing, because I’m reminding you of it here. It wasn’t difficult to isolate several Wyeth paintings that could (roughly) be adapted to the cast of A&J. Except for Ludwig, the cat. So imagine my relief when I found, on the internet, “Kitty in the Window,” the painting in the fourth panel. In my haste, I missed a few pesky details. The problem was, “Kitty in the Window” (my title) wasn’t a Wyeth painting at all but a photograph taken in Westport, Mass., by Frieda Squires, a photographer for The Providence (RI) Journal. The cutline mentioned that the mood and colors of the photograph were very Wyeth-like, which is how I happened to find the image by searching for “Wyeth.” Not many people caught the mistake, and the kitty served its purpose. Thanks, Frieda!
For What It’s Wyeth
by Jimmy Johnson
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255 responses to “For What It’s Wyeth”
This may be a red letter Valentine’s Day for Jackie. I just mailed off a deposit check for a custom built red and white heart shaped boat, The Red Scamp Too. My own personal Scamp which I did not build but will be mine none the less. Maybe I will even put a heart on her name plate and hail port signage. I think everyone would understand that one. The tiny micro-cruiser with the heart and soul of a big boat, a bull dog of a boat, lovable and a fighter, tough and a cream puff at the same time.
This is a boat I feel so connected to because I know that we did help make her what she is. Not the design but the heart inside her.
That and my new Glock gun so I can shoot anyone, would the occasion arise or need.
Good Valentine’s and I am happy, not sad, depressed or exhausted from designing flowers for everyone else.
Love, Jackie
Jimmy, today’s offering is perfect. Thank you!
Good luck, David. Keeping you in thoughts. Denise- YAY!
Ruth Ann- your school is Lyman High? 🙂
If Ghost, Sand and Mark were Big Brother, things would be ok.
Llee, I think so too. On all points.
For those who might like to know what insanity I am plunging into:
https://www.ghboats.com/boats/boats-12-8-ft/12-scamp/
Picture mine done in a red hull with white cabin and trim. Very traditional with lots of extra salty details, like hardware, ports, etc. She will be a luxury model sailaway with trailer, sails, oars, the whole nine yards. All for far less than a cheap bassin’ boat, much less a motor!
Love, Jackie
Jackie @ 7:32
Hear Hear
David
Prayers to you
Saw a thing about Oleo – “it is one molecule from being plastic”.
Well so is the stuff we breath and the stuff Jackie’s pride & joy floats upon.
Great cuisine = 40% butter
Hint – if that bottle of wine is not up to your taste, take a little butter before sipping.
(That from a PBS “How to taste wine”)
And some wine is like Ernie Mordue’s home brew – you are glad when it is all consumed.
I regret the years in which I followed the low-fat craze. My blood pressure, weight, and overall cholesterol numbers have improved since I gave that up and just focused on the glycemic load and portion size of my meals.