HOUSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOR
I have a confession to make. When I was kid, I got caught in the act. I’m not talking about singing ‘Sunrise, Sunset’ at my parent’s dinner parties while going through puberty. It’s actually far more embarrassing.
I’ve often wondered how I turned out the way I did and I think it all started when I was 8 years old.
I remember playing with my best friend in the living room of our house in Cleveland, Ohio. We were doing what most little boys do at that age, coloring in our Colorland coloring books. We each had our own set of Crayola crayons, the 64-pack with built-in pencil sharpeners – a dream come true for any kid. Right?
Aquamarine, Bittersweet, Burnt Sienna, Periwinkle, Orchid… so many colors, so little time. Enamored by the kaleidoscopic cornucopia of colors, I got caught up in the moment and inadvertently slipped one of my friend’s crayons into my Crayola box. I distinctly remember it being Goldenrod. Read more…







