CHE!

Since I came here to live a few years ago, ALONE, I have had to stare at blank walls. Finally I got tired enough of it to do something about it.

The first was a tapestry of a Bengal tiger big enough to fill up almost half of a wall. Actually it was a big rug somebody gave me but I liked it so much I wanted it on the wall, not the floor. I just could never figure out how to affix it to the wall; it was heavy and fuzzy and duct tape wouldn't work and these walls wouldn't take staples. Finally I decided to get some thumbtacks. And that worked. When I sit in the recliner I see the tiger, not a blank wall. But it was still an incomplete room.

I'd had a big, red poster of Che Guevara for a while but just hadn't felt like putting it up. It is the only poster on that wall, but that's good because it's so dramatic it dominates everything.

No, I'm not a communist. I got it because I knew these people around here would be shocked by it, unless they were so ignorant they didn't know who Che was. And it's going to stay right there. If somebody who comes in here doesn't like it they can...