I think I’ve finally met my match.  Last week we were visited by an intellectual, race car driver, entrepreneur,  and art collector, who I’m happy to report is just as quirky as I am.  Only the object of his obsession is not Picassos in general, but just portraits of Picasso’s dachshund Lump.  Now, I love my dog as much as my next child, but this guy’s got me beat.  His dachshund is five, and he says that’s the longest relationship he’s had with any woman.  He dotes on his girl, and wants to hang her portrait.  But it’s gotta be by Picasso! Problem is, there are no available Picassos of Lump, or at least none that I know of.  There […]