boots and brothers
My one brother lives in Memphis. My other brother lives in Colorado Springs. We used to all work in my dad’s spackling company together. I hated spackling, but now that this season of my life is over, I look back on it longingly. I’m not sure, but I think I paint boots when I miss my brothers.
This is the part of the blog where an acoustic guitar starts strumming, James Taylor softly hums, and you get all teary eyed. Then, if you stare at my painting hard and long enough, you may just hear the voice of that narrator from the Wonder Years.