Sumner. Sold. Oil on board, 5 x 6.

Sumner found me. I left the house recently looking for someone to paint. I didn't have a plan on where to go so I headed for the grocery store, where I needed to go anyway. I was sitting in my car in the parking lot when Sumner tapped on the window. I don't remember what he wanted. Something about whether or not I was going to move my car: he was parked next to me. We started chatting. He's a WWII vet, like my grandfather. And he lives in my neighborhood. And if you, also, live in my neighborhood (here in the East End, in Portland) and happen to know him, please let me know. I lost his phone number.