My year-end vacation started with a late lunch at the Art Institute and then a wandering path home .. up Michigan Avenue then on the the L from Chicago to Belmont. At Unabridged Books, I picked up John Berger's "Bento's Sketchbook - How does the impulse to draw something begin?" I carried it around the store as I browsed other books, thinking it would be a good gift for my mother. The more I carried it around, the more I got to thinking that I would read it myself. Something about the design of the book, its abundance of drawings and my longstanding relationship as a reader of his books kept calling to me. On my way to the checkout counter, I picked up a blank sketchbook, deciding that 2012 might be the year I learned to draw.