Douglas was grateful for the change of direction to the topic.  He still had a lot to deal with in those memories that haunted him.   When he was able to do his art again, it had been a relief and an escape.  It still was, to be sure, but now he did it for the fun of it more often than the other.  He had some of the dark canvases hidden out of view, though if someone came in they weren't locked away, just turned around in the same room.

At the thought of his other more enjoyable trips around, he chuckled.  "Oh, as much fun, and trouble, as a 17-year-old young man could have/handle."   He had at that time been more fancy-free, enjoying life, learning from the best of the best, and learning about things a man can only learn in big cities.