I knew Doc as a small boy since he was my granddad John's friend and neighbor. Although I had spent a good deal of time around Doc, I vividly remember the day that he turned and glanced my way as he walked out of the door and into the late evening sunlight. that one moment encompassed so much of my experiences of childhood. so much of what do was about was sculpted by time into his face. Still when I look at the painting of this glance I can for a moment be back in that old south, inhabited by my grandfathers generation.

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