There are a bunch of funny stories about the art on this North Broadway storefront. John B. met the artist in a bar in Nyack and wanted her to come to poker. She was all for it, except Jim didn’t want any 20 somethings at the poker table. My mother had some strong opinions about the paint job, as did my aunts.
I, for one, would have liked some new blood (and money) at the poker table. I am not that impressed with the art work, but I think that the village overreacted. The whole situation is much more 1969 than 2009.