"The first year we were married, I'd come home from work never knowing what to expect," she said. "He painted the hallway black, the garage purple and then one day I came home and he had painted the garage door with a scene of three robust naked women dancing with this odd little man in a hat. My first reaction was `Well, maybe it will look good when it's finished.' Then he told me it was finished. I was floored. I mean, he couldn't put clothes on them? I finally told him I didn't want neighbors to know us as the people with the naked women on their garage."
Laurel Durham, The Charlotte Observer