Today as I was walking from one job to the other, I passed my old chemistry lab. The door was open, and I heard glass tapping glass and knew Dr. Weston was in there. He was wearing a grayish button-up shirt with the collar open. It looked strange as he only wore dress shirts and ties to class. We greeted each other warmly, shaking hands and asking how the other was. I told him about my jobs and he told me of his summer so far. Then, as I was leaving he asked if I was interested in art in any way. I told him I draw from time to time. He motioned me over to the middle of the black workstations. On the end he had a bag and several papers. He went on to show me some samples of his paintings and drawings. He is very good. He told me of his small exhibit in Concord, on Iforgotthename Blvd, past the ice cream shop. He attends a class every Tuesday morning. "It's for old people," he jokingly said. He showed me several samples of paintings of flowers, and a few of landscapes and things. I was sure to let him know I want to buy one. He told me that he'll bring a bunch up to the school sometime in June or July. He said also that he won't charge me the full price. I was so happy to see him. It was as if my fears of never seeing him again were replaced. I was happy after that. The rest of the day was good. I went home and talked to Lindsey some. The sunset was very good and I took several pictures. I was talking to Lindsey while I slowly walked out among the weeds in the lake.

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