The day Cletus was kicked out of his home, he only
had a sack of lint, a dulcimer, and his signature big
floppy grin to his name.
Cletus soon found out that was enough.
Using the sack of lint as a pillow, he sprawled out
on a park bench. Plucking lethargically at his half-
busted dulcimer, he noticed that he had attracted an
audience. A blue jay perched quizzically on the
telephone wires above him.
“What song is that?” the bird chirped.
“I don’t know, just something I made up,” Cletus
answered through the corners of his sprawling smile.
“Are you available for bar mitzvahs?” the bird
asked with a cocked head.
And that is how Cletus found himself providing music
for a roomful of undulating yarmulkes while keeping
himself from living as a hobo under a bridge.
Out of everything I’ve ever painted, Cletus makes me most happy, so I recreated him on an 8×8 canvas. Hello, I want to smile and pass out gumdrops to orphans every time I look at him. That is so not characteristic of me.