I got a gift box of Larry and David fruits and stuff from my realtor this Christmas. Fortunately I had a lot going on during the holiday and was able to use much of it for entertianing since there is no way in hell I could or even would eat a lot of it. It worked out well. But I am left, thankfully, here in the month of pain, with this box of exquisite pears, something I can and will eat. But I don’t know if I should eat them or paint them. They look like something some obscure Dutch painter would have appreciated as subject matter rather than food. Me, I’m eating them.