This is the painting I bought from Maya Angelou’s Estate Sale in Winston Salem. She also had a place in New York City. My friend Carol and booked a hotel room down the street from her house. We woke up at 5 a.m., had breakfast at Bojangles (my first time ever!) then drove to her house at 6 a.m. We were shocked to see there was no line! We took our numbers, #6 and #7 and left to go get coffee and tour a bit of Winston Salem. We came back at 9 a.m., there were tour buses, police cars, the TV news reporters were there and over 500 people were standing in line! When they finally announced the doors were opening and the first 40 people could come in, a massive stampede ensued and I was in the middle of it! A large women stepped on my foot and threw me off balance. I was terrified I was going to fall down and get crushed by the overly excited crowd. They had waited so long to get into Maya’s house and they all seemed pretty blinded by their one goal; just to get inside the house of this great iconic figure! Once in I took a deep breath then quickly sized up the place. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss out on anything, after all this was my one and only chance to have something that was Maya’s! Eventually I settled on a few books, a pretty blue dish from her kitchen and this lovely painting. When my friend and I left through the front gate, there was a huge crowd waiting. They all wanted to see the painting I had just bought. I turned the painting around slowly and held it up for the crowd to see. I felt silly doing this but the crowd let out an appreciative oooh and ayyyy! They shouted ‘it’s so beautiful, how much was it, etc’. I felt a little guilty somehow. But I also knew that once they entered Maya’s house, they would find that one special thing that spoke to them, the one thing that was Maya’s and would now be theirs. A little piece of Maya is always a good thing.