I’m making up a custom-built raised garden bed for a lady in the neighborhood. I stopped over there yesterday evening to look at where she plans to put the bed and to talk with her about whether she wanted it to be painted or stained. She has a teen-aged, delightful, funny, and very autistic son Dane who greeted me and wanted to know my name, how to spell it, and exactly how to pronounce it. Then he said he was going to draw a picture of me and went back into the house.

I went with the lady of the house around back where the garden bed is going, we decided on stain rather than paint, and that the extensions for hanging flowers and such would go on the ends of the bed rather than along one side. Then Dane came out of the house with a piece of paper on which he had sketched my picture. I was actually quite amazed. It really does look like me … from the glasses to the suspenders. The picture is worth preserving for posterity!