Today I rode along to St. Louis with my dad. For me that is a 3 hour drive. We went to see the annual Spring Art Fair at Queeny Park. It didn’t disappoint. It was chocked full of very talented artists of different walks of life… and medium. My dad used to attend the show as an artist for 10 years to be exact, but as he has gotten older, and works full time… he is too tired to do much creating after working all day. He and I both got fired up though as we walked along the colorful and inspiring show. He has plans after retirement to get back into the scene and I’ll bet he will do more of the gallery route as he rediscovers how exhausting it is. Plus, Mom was always there for moral support and his own personal cheerleader and with her gone… well it’s just not the same. We both talked about how much we missed her and would point out pieces to one another that we knew she would love.