I thought you might like to see a couple more small pieces of art sent to me by my favorite artist: my father, Pete Turner. Although retired, he still has a studio in his spare room, and often completes small paintings to send as greeting cards or post cards. Here is an original art birthday card he made for me this year.
Here is another little story about this car, if memory serves correctly. In later years my father had it painted British racing car green. By then we had moved from New York city to the suburbs, and there was at least one more little one in the family. My brother Tim somehow rolled something heavy like a wheelbarrow down the side yard and directly into the freshly painted Studebaker that was parked in the driveway. OOPS!