Day 9: Doug

Doug touched the brim of his hat and showed his yellow teeth. "Yeah, they got a real good museum up there don't they?" I nodded. He touched his belt and retucked his shirt. "A few years back they had a painting of his here. I mean this huge, huge thing. Massive. It was Central Park." He pointed at an empty wall and spread out his arms. 'So I knew I had to go buy a book about him. He wrote a letter at the time and said, 'If I sell this I won't have to work for a year.' and he was right. I guess he sold it to one of those oil titans or something. Doesn't sound so bad does it?"