https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/488315

(Painting not in Public Domain – Photo of Painting taken at Met)

Oldest NY Grandson – 02/25/21

…and he was puzzled when he saw the number, for five meant nothing special to him, no more than any other number…well, he did like twenty, for when he asked his grandfather for money to buy some food or just something when he was staying with his grandparents, his grandfather always gave him a twenty – a nice number, always had some change for something else.  But this number, this five, was different for it was not attached to anything that had any meaning to him unless, well, he did take a five train to school, at least for part of the way, and to the park, at least part of the way, to the museum and the zoo and to where his father worked, at least part of the way, if you went that way, which he didn’t always do because…because there was the four and the six, and the one and two and three on the other side of the city – taking him to other places also, and then also all the alphabet lines, which weren’t numbers that is true, but they were lines to other places…but as his history teacher was always saying, “That is not the subject that we are discussing”.  So it is the number five, over and over and over, and if you add them, they are fifteen, a good number to be as a teenager soon, and if you multiply them, it is 125, but why should one number make him think of all of that?

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