Interesting weekend. Got off to Syracuse for a NASAD portfolio review. My partner for the trip was none other than painter extraordinaire, Ross Barbara. The journey to Syracuse is a long one from NYC, so Ross and I stopped along the way at his parent's home which happens to be farm located midway. As we stopped in to freshen up and look at some vintage Barbara(s) on the walls of his old family homestead, a bear with a odd sense of timing and a great sense of stealth, thought it was just the moment to relieve himself by the car. Closing up, and heading to the vehicle, I warned Ross off the mountain of ursine dung. Just staring and regarding the load in a rather pensive manner, Ross quipped, "Tom! What do you think the bear meant by that?" "We should leave." was my answer, which we did.

Here's Ross, just prior to learning the answer to the age-old mystery: Does a bear shit in the woods? We can now verify--it does.