Painted at Mendon Ponds today, in 90 degree heat. I sat on the best situated bench in the whole park. After I settled in, doesn’t somebody show up. It always happens that way, an approaching stranger with a curiosity. But his was different. This man, most likely in his eighties, informed me that the bench I was sitting in was the bench he installed as a tribute to his son, who passed away in 2008. His name was Scott T. Grumble, born in 1958. I was dumbstruck saddened by this, and came to tears. Then he told a couple jokes, and made me laugh.