305. Pure Foolishness
I came upon this story from my life that I had forgotten—and it is just pure foolishness but sometimes that’s what we live. When I was in the midst of moving from Nyack to Branchville, I had gone back to my apartment to get the last things. And two of those things were two wooden table lamps with their shades on. I put them in the back seat of the car, leaning against the seat, and they looked like they were passengers going for a ride. I stopped at Cathie and Roger Myers house in West Nyack and parked the car in their driveway. When Roger saw the lamps he said, “It is so nice of you to take your lamps out for a ride today—most lamps live such quiet, uneventful lives.”
Well, when I got to Branchville, I took a picture of them before I unloaded them and after I got the picture developed I put it in the folder for February since that’s when Roger’s birthday is. When February rolled around the next year, I put that picture of lamps into a photo-card and inside I wrote, “Roger—I took the lamps out for a ride again in honor of your birthday!”
