It was a beautiful Saturday in New England today. Marty and I drove up to the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. It was not very crowded there today, and we had a great time looking around the museum and Rockwell's studio.

I am embarrassed to admit it, but Norman Rockwell pictures always leave me with a big lump in my throat. I don't know whether it's the romance of bygone days, the sentimentality of the subjects, or what, but I can barely look at them without getting all choked up. It's embarrassing.

At the Rockwell Museum right now they also have a great display of art that was created for postage stamps. I love stamps, although I would honestly never think of collecting them. I saw the originals of many of my favorite stamps today, including some Love stamps, the Lou Gehrig stamp, the Patsy Cline stamp, one of the "Children's Literature" stamps (Little House on the Prairie), and the Oklahoma musical comedy stamp. Oh, and all the Elvis stamps. (remember when we voted on them in 1993?) The original art is not large; probably the biggest piece I saw was about 12 inches on its longest side. But it's amazingly detailed and colorful.