His older brother graduated from business school and became an accountant. Something else was in store for Easton, the youngest. I always knew I was an artist. My parents wanted me to become an accountant like my brother, but I wasn't any good in math. I attended the cheapest and closest art school I could find and graduated from the Pennsylvania School of Art and Design in Lancaster.
Reality hits every artist at that point.
Davy needed a job. After he reported another futile graphic designer's job interview, his 80th, at dinner one night, his mother suggested that his father get him a job working with him at Bethlehem Steel. I don't want my son to have the same hands I have. Don't worry, son. You stick to your art.