My wife's father doesn't appreciate art.
"Cloud sculptures? How? Where?" He blinks up at the sky. All he sees is mist drifting vaguely toward the horizon. He shakes his head and moans, "Oh, Angelo, Angelo. When will you ever get a job?"
My wife's father doesn't appreciate art.
"Cloud sculptures? How? Where?" He blinks up at the sky. All he sees is mist drifting vaguely toward the horizon. He shakes his head and moans, "Oh, Angelo, Angelo. When will you ever get a job?"
