Art has always been my passion which was triggered by an uncle who came to live with us for 6 weeks when I was 13 (much to my mother’s chagrin). A commercial artist and pilot, he introduced us to smoking, drinking whiskey, playing chess, flying, and painting. He was a rakish fellow, a rogue, and was on his way to live life in the Virgin Islands where he refined his shooting skills and lived life on his own terms. A World War II veteran, we were left with pin-up girl paintings and a particularly daring painting of a young braless woman standing in front of a fiery sky defending her child against a large cat of some kind. Although my dad liked it, again, my mom was not impressed. What I took from that whirlwind experience was a desire to do art and leave the whiskey and smoking behind. I try to remember how to play chess and still would love to obtain my pilot’s license.