Thanks, Sis!

About 25 years ago I was sitting in study hall. Bored, I picked up a pen and doodled on some notebook paper until the bell rang.

It meant nothing.

Later that year, one of my sisters saw the doodle and decided to turn it into this remarkably faithful painting, which she then held on to.  I got it in the mail a couple of hours ago.

And that, my friends, means more to me than words could possibly say.

Thanks, sis!  You rock!