There is no pretending this is a stellar drawing. I have done very little art work since my sister passed on, so am more than rusty; yet, this is good enough for me. Sheesh. Am distracted by the bulge. BRB. Gotta go fix it.
Okay. It is done. I am too lazy to scan another copy, so I hope you will take my word that the tweaked drawing is much better. Now. I did the sketch for my brother, who is the only person I know who doesn't the name of the fastest man on the planet. To help him out, I decided to send him the entire Olympics 2012 sport section from the NYT. I was saving it for any possible future grands that might come my way in the near future. No matter. Since I could not send him such marvels in a plain white envelope, I smarted it up just a little. I hope my efforts will earn at least a smile. My other hope is this little drawing will lead to better things. I have a heap of letters to answer. I look forward to the day I am able to write again. Until then . . .