If Oliver won’t be the artist then I will. And I have the garage to do it in. Oliver has decided against Art School, and for the building trade. Oliver is a brilliant drawer. The best I’ve seen. But I haven’t seen everyone.

It is summertime coming (in the northern hemisphere). Let Oliver be the builder then. The depression-era garage, being on a main road, will soon enough become a studio, complete with a sign. All it needs is proper lighting.

I’ll be selling depression-era religious furniture only.

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