594 A Little Bit of Graffiti

James Henry Harris. Your little sister said that you picked up that paint brush down at the mill and you painted your name on the wall. What in heavens name possessed you to be so vain as to think that people would want to see your name? I sent you to get the corn milled, not write your name on the wall. I would hope you leave more of a mark on the world than having your name painted on a wall. Who knows how long that paint will last? Imagine what people will think or say about that?