Squier, Robert

When I was four or five, I was given Maurice Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are. At that age, I didn't understand the difference between a coloring book and a picture book. I enthusiastically scribbled Crayola circles all over Max and his Wild Things. Then guilt set in. I thought I had ruined the world's only copy of this wondrous book. I resolved to become an artist so I could one day replace the book I had destroyed. True story. Some families might discourage a kid who aspires to be an artist. But my grandfather, Donald G. Squier, was a portrait painter his clients included General Patton an...