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March 19, 2010
I scribbled a sidewalk elm enclosed in black wrought iron. My friend talked about a confrontation with a difficult customer at work and I wondered why it's so stressful working with the public. More than anything, I think it's because people want to be understood, but many of us don't know how to give and take. Sometimes it's easier to be the artist, to merely listen to the idiosyncrasies of others. Three Arnold Palmers later, I wasn't ready to go home yet. It was the warmest day of the year, and people were rushing in through the stained glass doors.