Jackson Pollock at the checkout line

Yesterday at Lucky's a couple of clerks were talking about the younger clerk's classes. One was an art history class. The younger clerk sounded sort of ho-hum as the other rattled off names she might have encountered like Monet, Manet, Renoir, et al. She recognized the names and said they looked at lots of pictures, and the instructor talked about why this thing was worth millions and this thing was "clean that $#@* up." The other clerk mentioned Jackson Pollock, and she didn't recognize the name, but when I said, "you know, the splatters of paint guy -- it looks like the kind of thing you get in trouble for as a kid", she knew exactly who I was talking about, and perked up. The two were still animatedly talking about art when I collected my purchases and left.

Jackson Pollock's Blue poles