One of the things I like that they do in the fall is exhibit work from artists who are in recovery from addiction. This subject is personal to me, as a person who grew up in, and has loved alcoholics. They are like magnets to me. But the disease is a seductive thief that robs you of your identity. And its' by-products are what you find in stinky vacuum bags that should have been thrown out a long time ago. I have learned so much from hearing alcoholics speak, and those that love them. Their collective wisdom and insight has helped me limp along to a very good place in my life.
I feel like signing this, Love, Peg leg.
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