I had no idea there was a Steve Henderson the baseball player until after we launched our art website years ago and I Googled the Norwegian Artist’s name, Steve Henderson. Naturally, since we had been online for, oh, say a week or two by that time, the baseball player came up first.
“Who is this man?” I thought. “Does he paint, too?”
As time went by and the Norwegian Artist participated in shows and joined societies and sold paintings and was represented by galleries and showed up in articles, the artist Steve Henderson, the real one from my perspective, began to clamber his way up the search engine pages, and I hadn’t given a thought to the baseball guy until we, the Norwegian and I, were walking by a river and the Norwegian picked up a rock and threw it across to the other side (do all men do this? what is it about rocks that impels the average man to pick them up and throw them?)
“I should have been a baseball player,” he said with a grin.
“Actually, you sort of are,” I replied.
Perhaps the other Steve Henderson, the baseball one, found himself on top of a ladder one day, swathing the living room wall with broad brushstrokes when he turned to his wife (is he married? I don’t know), and said,
“I should have been a painter.”
“You aren’t,” she would have replied. “There is only one Steve Henderson, the painter, the Norwegian Artist.”