The past two weeks have been filled with family and friends. As we drove through the early morning hours yesterday heading from northwest Ohio, my home, toward Boston, my adult home, I just had to drink it in. Being from the Midwest is a point of pride. The skies are big and the fields flat. The people are as honest and straightforward as they come - no pretense- just real. My family is an amazing clan of blonds- youngest 3 weeks- oldest .....70's. Each year I get a brief gulp of real down home life. It is a treasure. I thought I might spend a few sketches trying to capture what captures me every time.