You're right. Although I could never handle fame, I am getting to the point where I would enjoy a little recognition. I have no hope of fortune.

One of my favorite paintings by a friend is just what you describe, Fred. Its a painting of an early 60's 'formal' hanging on a coat hangar. It is so lush and beautiful and yet strangely detatched. Reminded us girls of ourselves when we were 16. Somehow she captured it with that dress. We all 'got it' the moment we saw it. That lonely elegance of a young girl.

She tried to sell it for years but no buyers. Then one day when she really needed some money, she painted fairy wings on the shoulders. Well, she was laughing all the way to the bank.   

I often wonder if she will achieve fame and if I will be tempted to tell the story of what was now just another piece of high-priced trash.