This painting of the much-loved, Rocky Montana fruit store is yours for the taking according to that craiglist ad linked to above.
You'll note the excellent lace curtain detail and the bicycle out front with wheels that are pretty much round, all elements of great art as are the phone numbers and wording on the sign.
It's not clear whether it was drawn before or after the place gobbled up the old Avanti Bar next door, an expanded space for which it pays many thousands per month.
The owner standing outside and waving would be nice.
Whatever happened to that rather lovely woman doing the cash that came from Jaffna via Paris about two years back?
I had a few friendly wagers with certain others about whose sweetheart she might have been.
But I'll save those for my next drunken conversation, which thankfully won't be long from now.
My only sorta funny Rocky Montana story is when I chatted with the owner about the Tamil Tigers, something I know a slight bit about.
He asked me to wait and returned with a newspaper dealing with the intricacies of the issue and I was quite touched by his generosity and I figured he had sacrificed his own imported paper for me.
And after feeling all heartwarmed and touched by his gesture, I noticed a large stack of the same paper sitting by the doorway for anybody to take.