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Melissa Shatto's avatar

At 26, I was painting commissions and teaching adoring fans who would take my classes repeatedly because I was such a great teacher. A nearby Historical Society invited me to exhibit a piece in their annual fundraising auction, another organization asking for free art. I decided to take the well-to-do town by storm. I had been working on the most tenderly crafted painting of my cherubic son sleeping by a stream. It was nothing short of those Bouguereau figures adorning greeting cards and journals and would no doubt start a bidding war. I made sure to have plenty of business cards and changed outfits several times before having my father drive me to the occasion. After setting up the easel and artwork, I retrieved my item number tag and saw that the opening bid for my masterpiece was set at $200. Not insulting at a fundraiser, I guess, until I saw sunglasses on the list for $300 and a pair of hideous wall sconces opening at $800! “These people don't deserve my painting,” I barked at my father while packing up and we left. Now, at twice that age, I chuckle recalling the unskilled painting and my overblown sense of magnificence but congratulate that young woman for standing up for herself and her work.

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The timeless adventure of travel-by-thumb will never die because we refuse to let it. See it on the map, decide to go. How many opportunities are there to explore Bruny Island, a speck off the southern coast of Hobart, Tasmania? After boarding the ferry by foot, a ride was spotted. A classic Volkswagen hippy van. Sure enough, as we disembarked the short journey, a stocky middle-aged couple rolled down the window. “Need a lift, mates?” Not a second had we been in the van when we’re handed a couple of ice-cold ciders. “Cider, mate?” Where y’all headed? We’ll take you there. But if you’re not in a hurry, how’s about a few stops along the way? We’re fishermen and we have a house in Ouse. Heard of Ouse? Probably not. Anyway, on the way to yours, we pass our favorite oyster farm. Like oysters?”

We spent the next three days in the attentive care of new friends, Archie & Gregg. A little ambition, a lifetime of memories.

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