When I was out on the screened-in deck I looked forlornly at the box of partially unwrapped framed pieces in the corner... and cursed Mr F for exposing this antique piece to the elements. Then while I was blowing off the dust and thinking it might be best to bring it in before it rusted... I remembered that the former owner had thoughtfully left us a whole bunch of nails sticking out of the "dining room" walls. Well wouldn't you know that one of them was at just the right height.
(P.S. I'm getting all your comments and emails... I'm trying to spend a little less time at the computer since staring at the screen doesn't seem to help my mood or situation... go figure... I am doing my best to get back to everyone it might just take a little longer than usual)