I am sitting painting the Texas Bar Association building and watching pedestrians, many of whom are sightless, negotiate around this fountain. It is a lovely spot because the water cools the hot Texas air. Security chats me up while I work. We talk about the irony of this liability at a law center. On day two, an assistant to the editor of the Law Review gets my contact information and asks to see the finished work. They are very excited. My piece becomes the first non photo cover of their publication. They also print a poster and give me 100 copies. My brother, Paul, was an administrative judge in the building just to the left.