Thursday, August 11, 2011


I'm back from Philadelphia, and the AAA baseball game between the Lehigh Valley Iron Pigs, and the Buffalo Bison at Coca-Cola park. Coke is, as you know, the real thing. Coke adds life. Coke...well, I don't know what their latest world refreshment domination PR line is, but cold Coke at a baseball game is good. Hey, the Iron Pigs lost the game, but any park named after Coke, and serving freshly shucked corn on the cob is way closer to heaven than that place in Iowa where you talk to Ray Liotta and have a catch with your Dad. I never had a catch with my Dad, but we still got along well. He was raised in an orphanage during the depression, so he didn't have things like baseball mitts or, for example, food. So, here's to celebrating my own gluttony by using my Dad's poverty in the 1930's as an excuse. That one's for you, Dad!

Love from Wilson World,


Thursday, July 21, 2011

Bob and Tom!

I was back on the Bob and Tom show, and everyone was fun and kind as usual. I got to experience what few artists experience - the thrill of opening the men's room door and finding their artwork behind the toilet. Can Van Gogh say that? If he could, would he? No and no. Case closed. Thanks, guys!