Painter's Mask

My Grandfather recently told my mother he's never trusted his brother. When she asked why he replied, "He breathed in too many fumes when he worked in that autobody shop. He said masks were for women."

My mom who lived with her uncle Bart when she was 18 still harbors animosity because he never let her paint. "He would say, mask? What mask! And make me drive all over LA to deliver cars. When I told him I was a bad driver he said, it's ok- we can take out the dents."

As they were talking Bart mysteriously walked through the front door. He lives in the next state over and hasn't visited in the past 7 years so his unexpected visit was a bit unnerving. He did some Elvis impressions for the camera and talked about his days of playing taut stringed guitars in cantinas in the 50s.