Last October, a blond boy on a bicycle left Hollywood, pumping hard, and headed east for Flagstaff, Ariz. Just as the sun rose on the day after Thanksgiving, he dropped his bicycle on his grandmother's frosty lawn in Monroe, N. Y., curled up in a sleeping bag and went to sleep. He felt good, not only because he had covered 3,268 miles on $31 and had averaged 78 strenuous miles a day, but because on his way he had painted about 40 water colors. Last week 25 of them, exhibited at the Manhattan galleries...
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