Visit to the Art Gallery

Katherine was easily bored and tired by them, but her husband Wilbur Bogart loved to visit art museums wherever he went, indulging his passion for Impressionist paintings. Inevitably, when between trains in Chicago, Mr. Bogart dragged his travel-worn wife off to the Chicago Museum of Art, and after only a few galleries he spotted "Sunday on The Grande Jatte" at the end of the hall. Nearly transported with ecstasy he danced down the corridor calling: "Kay! Seurat! Seurat!"

"Whatever, Will B., Will B." was his bored wife’s reply.

They found Manet more paintings to look at – he had a good ear for van gogh, he could picasso the best of the lot, which would turn his wife to stone. But they didn’t have the Monet to buy any. I guess no matter how many times he went to the museum, he always wanted to Gaugin.