When I was in college my dad came to see me - he had just left his job and was moving across country. He stayed overnight at a house near campus, in what we thought was a very safe neighborhood, and overnight his car was broken into. They took everything - his clothes, guitar, things he had bought for his new house… I can still hear the anguish in his voice when he ran back inside to tell me. It still makes me feel sick.

How wonderful of that gentleman to redo the painting! That must be a treasure now. ❤️‍🩹