Once upon a time: Many years ago in the windy city, Chicago there lived a dashing man. He was in his early forties, very street smart for a guy that had come off a horse farm in Iowa. He had left home at a very young age to get away from the hard work and very strict parents. Life in the city was not what he thought it would be, not much glamour in driving a cab, but that is what he did. Then he found the big money, bootlegging. He knew Al Capone personally, and he spent a lot of time in the speakeasies. (For any of you under 40 I might be loosing you here). He could "cut a rug" with the best of them.
There was a woman playing piano in one of these clubs and she had a baby sister, also straight off the farm in southern Illinois who came to stay with her. She was only eighteen and very naive. One night in the club she was asked to dance. The moment she looked into those mischievous blue eyes she was hooked. They danced the night away, and a romance began. Before she knew what had happened she found out she was going to be a mother. She wanted a little boy so bad and she had his name all picked out.... it was WARREN. Then the big surprise, the baby turned out to be a girl........and her name became Werna Gail . My father was twenty years older than my mother and I wish I could say they lived happily ever after but that was not the way it ended. He died at the age of fifty eight, I was only eighteen. Mother had a few good years after that but she left this earth at the age of sixty two, I was only forty two. I was an only child.
I did two drawings today, the first one I want to do over so you will see it later. This one I did in a bit of a hurry so I would have one to post.......not one of Warrens best poses.