He's a grown man now, with a wife and a home of his own...taking on the world! In my quiet moments though...these are the visions that float through my memory. Wonderful thoughts that seem to grow more precious with time. My young son would build elaborate cities from his beloved Lego's...and he would spend hours with every drawing utensil and art supply that was available for his ability and preference. Crayola's on the sidewalk, in the Mile High Colorado sunshine seemed best! He explained that every one of his drawings then were abstracts once the Crayon melted...he always had a knack for explanations for me! He still does.