I was five and Jonesing for candy. Only Drouillard Road and childhood penury stood between me and Sweet Tarts. I had to sell my art. Still comfortably in my Desert Island phase, I put crayon to paper towel and let the Muse overtake. Hula Girl, Sun, Palm Tree. I schlepped door-to-door, but such was neighbourhood apathy for design that I soon worried if I’d ever make it to Charron’s. Finally, Mrs. Drazic let me in and listened to my creative vision. Unmoved by Klee-like innocence and economy of line, she gave me a glass of milk and sent me packing.

Inspired by
The Happy Place. Photo of Charron’s grocery store—the Holy Grail of penny candies—posted by
Diane Vella.
The photo was taken after you were born. 65/66 Plymouth Belvedere tells the tale.
ReplyDeleteHa! No wonder I remember it that way! Thanks Mike!
ReplyDeleteI can see you as a five year old - selling your art - anything for penny candy
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