The other day I came across an old video - VCR type - I made many years ago, my parents and my children hovering over a Papier-mâché volcano, as they take turns pouring vinegar into its crater to make baking soda and dish-soap foam over, eruptions of laughter from the four of them, young and old, at Vesuvius bubbling away on the porch table It occurs to me though, today, that the area caught on film where this is all taking place - the porch - was not constructed until after my Dad passed away, with money he had left me cc: Chagall 2022
