He offered me a little lunch while listening to classical music on a cassette player tucked in his shirt pocket.
While talking with Mr. Jackson a woman walks up, looking for a bath tub..." sorry dear, I am out at the moment...check back in a week or so." Mr. Jackson went on talking about being an artist, and exhibiting a sculpture at the art museum. The sculpture is displayed on the front porch.
Not far from the art is a fine example of furniture planted at the stairs to the home.
Wandering the landscape you can find just about anything. Now don't be discouraged... he may have it .
Small business may not be booming....but you still can find friendly service, a bite of lunch, and just the fireplace you have always wanted.
The American Dream...owning your own business including fine glassware.
