On what should be call my last night in Burlington, we had a such a party that is to never be forgotten. Some good folks gathered and participated in painting over the wall that I used in the attic studio.  We just went wild on it, taping off sections at first to later create some structure.  Everyone got there hands involved and I don’t think there could have been a better way to leave that space and those people.  We continued the commotion up in attic to the wee hours of the morn, dancing our heads off, and reveling in the special occurrence that was taking place.  Smiles existed like the paint on our bodies, plastered and sweaty, then eventually drying up and landing on the floor.