In 1997, my High School Junior-aged self was attending a field trip at the Denver Art Museum as part of an art class. Halfway through the day the entire class congregated outside for lunch. As we ripped into our homemade brown bag lunches I noticed a casual acquaintance of mine eating his lunch on a bench beside an odd sculpture. His name was Jon White …
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