Watercolor Paint
I remember being given a watercolor paint set when I was six, seven or eight. The set consisted of a coloring book filled with the outlines of objects and scenes to be painted, a small metal box and a paint brush. The box was divided into six or seven compartments that each held a piece of solidified watercolor paint. Each piece was a different color. I had great fun mixing all the colors together and then smearing them on the paper; surprisingly, to my single-digit year old mind, the only color that emerged was brown. I had no one to teach me about mixing colors, or when not to mix...
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Not too long ago, I received a story about an aging American pilot, who, in 1967, made a spectacular low pass in his P-51 Mustang (upon invitation by the control tower) over a Canadian air field. That event moved the Canadian writer, who was twelve at the time, to write a story (more than forty years later) in which he revealed a love of America, Americans and something he hoped to see again… Below is the excerpt from the story that moved me to write what follows. I’ve never wanted to be an American more than on that day. It was a time when many nations in the world looked to...
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