Checkers
42" x 46" Oil on Textured Canvas
Charlie ran the general store for as long as anyone could remember. He spoke in a high pitch with a good portion of his sentence unintelligible. He never lost a game of checkers, ever. Folks would gather on the porch of the store and watch him study the board contemplating every possibility in his lucky red shirt. When he jumped his way to the back row he would sit straight up, smile real big and say clear as a bell, "King me" and everyone would cheer.