Images of seedy neighborhoods; sordid dark alleyways; scantily clad women with painted smiles standing on a street corner? Or maybe it is one of the many songs by the same title. Whatever the image, I’ll bet it doesn’t include your spouse or children, your parents or co-workers. But maybe it should!
When I was kid, we lived in an old wood-sided house. Well, it seemed old to me – but then I was only about 7 years old, so anything older than me was nearly ancient. As is the case with older homes, eventually we had to repaint the siding. I say “We” because that is how my parents phrased it. First there was the scrapping…then sanding, painting, touching-up, cleaning brushes… every few years the process would have to be repeated. Every few years I vowed to move out and live in a tent. Bless the man who invented vinyl siding!
The point is that the paint was temporary, fading, surface.