I dedicate this museum to my son Seth, who at age 17 died of Leukemia. He was my best student and friend who in his last year of life, not only learned the art of hand painted pinstriping, but also developed a clientele of new car dealers. Despite his sickness, he followed in my footsteps briefly.
We miss you son very much, and until we meet again—Rev. 21:3,4.

Love,
Dad and Mom