When Chad’s tug tied up in Davenport, I went down to take a picture. The sun was shining on the wrong side, so feeling a little disappointed, I started to leave. A VOICE CALL OUT, “Can I help you?” When I told the young lady volunteer what I was trying to do, she offered to take me out on a rowboat so I could get the kind of shot I had in mind. Thanks to her, I got some great pictures. A week later, when the painting was finished, I called Chad. He came straight to my house and bought it.