I was house/poodle-sitting for the Claytons in Nashville, while they were in Japan, and Lexie had come for a visit from Denver. It was a pretty swelter-y afternoon and evening at Cheekwood, but I wasn’t going to miss this show. Have always had a lot of time for Dale, even though he’s widely slagged as a P.T. Barnum sort of character. Ego aside—although I’m not sure you can really separate the two—he’s single-handedly done more for the world of glass than anybody before him. What the hell, this isn’t a forum...it’s my opinion.
Nice fit for Cheekwood.
Always have loved the pair of sphinx-like sculptures at the entrance to the gardens, which I have taken to calling the Victorian Tittie-kitties.













