When does slightly strange become too strange? I usually shrug must people off when they come into the gallery and may seem to have a few quirks, but what happens when they don't just pop into browse but have now made it a regular visit?
A gentleman has started to make the gallery his home. He seems to have appeared for no reason, like he blew in with the wind. Now he comes in three times a day and never seems to have the desire to leave. Or any sort of a home or schedule.
Besides talking your ear off, he loves to show people a newspaper clipping in his shirt pocket.
A gentleman has started to make the gallery his home. He seems to have appeared for no reason, like he blew in with the wind. Now he comes in three times a day and never seems to have the desire to leave. Or any sort of a home or schedule.
Besides talking your ear off, he loves to show people a newspaper clipping in his shirt pocket.
He slides it out and whispers, "I keep it close to my heart."
Ssstrange!
This is not just any clipping, but a picture of a very young violinist for the Utah Symphony. I wonder if she has any idea that he carries it around? Maybe it's best to remain in the dark?
I can understand liking a celebrity and starting a blog, but hey, even I don't carry Stanley's picture in my pocket. If I start, I pray my family has an intervention.
I just hope one day he doesn't slide out the clipping and I glimpse that the girl has been replaced by my face.
Have you asked him who she is? What it is about the studio that keeps him coming back, time and again?
ReplyDeleteI has a stalker once, hopefully this is a lonely old man who's granddaughter is a violinist for the Utah Symphony. (fingers crossed.)