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Sam did not appreciate my deviating from the "standard" text of In the Garden with Van Gogh.

Not at all.

I would have thought he'd enjoy the brief lesson in Van Gogh's life, such as how he went nuts and cut off his ear which he then sent to his girlfriend, but apparently not. Sam gave me such a distressed, baleful look, George insisted I go back to the regular rhyming text:

Twelve sunflowers lean toward the light.
Five are wide open,
seven shut tight.

Who would've thought Sam was such a purist?

George had to read Sam the book two times -- the so-called "right" way -- before Sam was satisfied.

Posted 15 May 2005 at 08:51 AM