It isn't hard to imagine what Ignatious Crawley is up to on this lovely Friday afternoon. After having been shut in the house with the flu, eating his wife Frida's scathingly awful chicken broth, he is more than happy to sit on the hill and work on his series of Cuyahoga Valley paintings.
He slips a tape of his favorite classical recordings into an ancient Walkman while stroking away at the canvas. What a wonderful day it is to be Ignatious Crawley on a hill.
The valley is beautiful. The music is beautiful. Ignatious is soon fast asleep dreaming of beautiful things.
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