When she died, she left me the painting and it hangs in a place of honor over my fireplace mantle.I have loved folk art paintings since I was a child. It is done in vibrant colors and also depicts the buildings in the market like an ice cream parlor and the Hotel Van Nuys. There is a water scene...

It's of a swamp house on a bayou and has a Louisiana feel to it. It's pretty funny to me that when we were growing up, she'd cry because she wasn't allowed to play football with the boys and I used to tease her relentlessly and pull her pigtails whenever I got the chance. I personally don't have...

I spent a lot of time playing in my tree house, that the trees in the picture appealed to me so much. If she could kick the ball they way she liked to kick me in the knee, I'd see to it she played for my team every time. It's too bad my parents didn't let her play football with us. I don't know ...