writing from 7/22/2012
During a break from painting in the scorching sun, I think of my grandpa who was called —
Theodore Ludwig “Happy” Kranz.
How I loved the sense of this man.
Thoughts are of the farm, a dog, a cold Grain Belt, love of afternoon naps outdoors, a transistor radio with the voice of Halsey Hall, a sturdy picnic table strewn with freshly-picked root vegetables, garden hose curled at his working man’s feet.