Most mornings, weather permitting and when the Sun’s at an angle that suits him, the view from my kitchen window facing North features this young artist working. No, I’ve not yet wandered over to see what’s on his canvas, but I am tempted to do that. He’s facing the Bexar County Courthouse, across the street West from my hotel. Some passersby pause and watch him, a few engage him in conversation, and this morning I noticed him shaking hands with a young woman who had been looking at his painting. Interesting, don’t you think?