You know, I had a pedal car when I was a kid – a kind of station wagon thing for crying out loud. The folks meant well, bless them. Thinking about it, they had a station wagon and I guess they figured … I mean, if they were rock stars, I’d have wanted a matching guitar but a station wagon? Would it have been so hard to pick that little Chevy-like car, sitting right there, next to the station wagon? Would it? Well now I’m a grown up and my middle-aged butt won’t fit in the little Chevy-like car – don’t worry I tried and came to the conclusion that a print on the wall is infinitely more dignified. Sometimes you just have to let go, and sometimes you buy a print.