the hardware merchant, the town joker . . . [and] human activities . . . sitting on the porch swing . . . flying kites . . . picnics.” His plan was to work in the American heartland again. “Traveling by car,” he promised Guggenheim and himself, "1 will be taking a last look at America as it used to be.” When he died, the project was unfinished. He had already made two trips. He told me he was planning a third.