“Don’t you think it’s time we did something
about our problem, hon?”
Within minutes we are ready and head
for the mall. We slowly stroll along the
storefronts taking in the things we liked.
Then we reached “our store.” There is not
another like this place. No two articles are
alike, every piece is unique.
We were there for a long time. There were
two paintings … we loved them both. Finally,
I got to choose and we left.
David and I had not looked at the storefront as
we went in but did when leaving. And there
she was. In all her splendorous beauty.
A Victorian doll with long, golden locks,
flowing flowered dress and feathered hat.
I ooohed and aaahed then moved along.
A few months later on Christmas morn my
beloved husband came to me, hands behind
I gazed into his eyes, “You know we don’t…”
Slowly David brought his hands around,
“Just open it.”
She is one of a kind. A real collectible.
She is numbered. Has a certificate.
I jumped up and threw my arms around my
David, “I love you … you are the best .”
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
My buddies in the LBC have their own tales to tell:
Ramana,Shackman,The Old Fossil