This is a true story. Today the Washington Post ran a story about how a painting by Van Gogh was discovered underneath another one of his paintings. My Mom sees the headline and gets a glint in her eye. "You don't think this could be the same one do you?" I knew just what she meant.... My Mom grew up in the depression and quit school after 8th grade in order to help support her family. As the 3rd of 8 kids, that's what you did back then. Fast forward to 1974. Her daughter (that would be me) is accepted to law school and off I went to Washington DC. My Mom comes to visit and see her daughter the law student. She's never been to an art gallery. She decides that the first place she wants to go in DC is to the National Gallery of Art. If you've never been, this is a wonderful place. Built in the depression, it is huge and solid and cool and full of amazing things, including several works by Vincent Van Gogh. My Mom had never heard of Vincent, but as soon as she saw one of his paintings, she exclaimed -- "Wow, look at those brush strokes" and rubbed her hand all over the painting. I mean ALL over the painting, just feeling those amazing strokes. There was no guard or alarms back then, at least none I saw. But, I was stunned. My instinct told me that this was NOT A GOOD THING. I grabbed her and we ran out of that museum, down the wide staircase, like bats out of hell. When I explained to her how precious, how valuable, how rare, how expensive, how fragile the painting was, it was Mom's turn to be stunned. She had no idea that NO ONE lays a hand (literally) on a Van Gogh painting. Ever. Except for my Mom.