Adrie

Words cannot describe my mother, to call her a whack job would be an understatement. Always the patron of my art. To give you some idea, one year, actually 25 years ago this week when I was Buster's age (15) , I was supposed to be riding up to Columbus to the Magi-Fest. Shawn's car failed and my mom ended up driving us there, dropping us off at the hotel and driving back 100 miles back to Cincinnati, with Max the German Shepard.

I loved my mom a lot. I hope she knew that. I had a special gift that the other kids didn't. No matter how mad she was at me, or what crazy trouble I had got myself into, I somehow had the capability of making her laugh. I used this technique till the very end. I'm glad I could make my mom laugh.