180. But there was the question of the prize I was going to
receive. I asked Mrs. Festini about it, and her surprise was almost more
upsetting to me, than my wife’s reaction.
181. Oddly enough, like my wife, her first reaction was that
it might be a mistake, and I would find out on the night of the opening, when
the various ribbons were awarded.
182. I had to drive up to Detroit to deliver my picture to
the museum. Detroit is about two hours north of my town, but even so, I had
hardly ever been there, and was apprehensive of getting lost.
183. Also my sculpture, done entirely in the studio, was too
big for my car, so I had to rent a truck to drive it up there.
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