Bums, Beauties, Boy Scouts and Sentimental Rockwell
Two old biddies man the desk at the entrance to the Norman Rockwell museum. Shivering and nattering for it was a cold morning, the morning after it had rained incessantly the day before, and you know how it always feels colder inside these old buildings sans heating. Down Route 4, a two-lane highway snakes its … Continue reading Bums, Beauties, Boy Scouts and Sentimental Rockwell
