uess what?  Yesterday while I fired the kiln, my seventh grade art teacher, Dennis Wilson, stopped by the farm to donate a few beautiful old doors for the barn.  One of my first clay projects in school was a mug in seventh grade that I could recreate exactly from memory.  Mr Wilson, like many of the talented art teachers I had going through school, had a hilarious sense of humor.  You can imagine how it feels to have him donate these doors and put them into the barn.