Sherwin Hatfield Williams

Dad and I took a drive up to the mountains this past weekend to see the beautiful Autumn leaves. It is a long-standing tradition that Dad started when I was in the 5th Grade or so. It was always just the two of us, each Fall. We were taking a charming North Carolina back road, when we passed a beautiful horse farm with a mile-long white fence. It was like a scene from a Norman Rockwell picture. I commented to Dad, I sure am glad I don't have to paint that fence. Me too, but I wish I owned the paint store! He replied with a grin.