It took Vaughn to illuminate Art’s dark side. As hard it is to believe, Art has one. On a gloriously brilliant winter’s day with the sun splashing off the icy snow, Vaughn sat with Art looking over Art’s 197? tax forms. Never before or since, have I heard Art lightly chided and restrained, by one of his little brother’s, but on that day, deliberating over tax exemptions, I heard Art be disallowed. Vaughn was never angry although Art seemed—‘frustrated’. As Vaughn would matter-of-factly but authoritatively state, over and over again, “No you can’t do that, or that won’t work either”.