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When I was a kid, there was a big department store chain called The May Company. It was sort of like a Macy’s and the one nearest our house was at an outdoor mall called the Eastland Center. In the lower level of The May Company, they had an art supply section and whenever I would go there with my mom, she would let me stay there in the art supply section while she went shopping. I still remember the smells of pencils and the oil paints and to this day, the smell of art supplies takes me right back there. They even had little pads of scratch paper so you could try out the different things. So I did. I was in heaven and I would just plop down in the middle of one of the aisles and doodle away until my mom came to get me. Sometimes, she would let me get one of the fancy drawing pencils without an eraser on the end so that I could continue my budding masterpieces at home.Subscribe: iTunes | Pocket Casts | Overcast | RSSI read a story on TechCrunch about protections for freelancers in what they call the gig econo