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Whoa. Kansas City has culture. Who knew? The William Rockwell Nelson art museum is as cool as parts of the Metropolitan, and has a tiny portion but equal quality of the Hindu and Egyptian art as the British Museum. I love that stuff. My feet are tired, though. My sketchbook stayed sadly closed during the whole thing cause I was with cousins whom I would not importune by spending an hour in the late Renaissance room sketching. Man that was cool though. And they had a few Monets, a couple Picassos, a Cezanne and over earlier, a Rembrandt. Sheesh. But I liked the obscure ones better. There was some Italian kid in the Renaissance section who painted a saint at devotions with the kind of sensitivity I can't imagine ever accomplishing myself. Such a sweet, earnest face on that saint (or saint-to-be... he was about to get the stigmata in the picture). Anyway, yay for art museums. We actually decided to do that after we were all coincidentally up in the morning, Steven and I because we couldn't sleep, everybody else because Paul and Rebecca needed to look at houses. So we went to look at houses with Paul, dropped Rebecca off at work, and went to the museum. So cool.
Sorry, Tony, looks like Sam has other plans... There is a definite line for him, too, so I better get while the getting's good.
Sorry, Tony, looks like Sam has other plans... There is a definite line for him, too, so I better get while the getting's good.
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