My knowledge of history extends just enough to know that such fireside chats existed and that they were associated with Roosevelt. The term was familiar enough that it's the name I give to an annual get-together I have with long-time friend Wendy, at her home, beside a fire in her fireplace.
Our friendship doesn't go back to the '30's or '40's but, much to our surprise, does span several decades now. Is several the right word? Is several more than a few? Our friendship definitely spans more than a few decades. But I digress. Wendy and I have been friends for a long time.
We connected instantly when we met, and we can talk about anything anytime. Our friendship reminds me of summer camp friendships—we don't see each other every day, or even very often, but when together we pick up right where we left off, and we're all in.
We had one of our fireside chats a short while ago. The best. Always the best.
One of the topics of conversation was art and the many ways it can be shared. This bookmark's for you, Wendy!
|You Don't Have to Knock to Come in the Door|
1.5x5.5"; acrylic, paint markers, and oil pastels on black cardboard