Old Stuff and Memories. A moment in time...
My wife of 21 years let me know in no uncertain terms that we were going to clean off the top of our closet where STUFF had lain in repose for seven long years undisturbed since we moved to our Cabin on The Wapsi Pinicon River in Eastern Iowa.
I knew better than to show my dissent to this invasion of my reading time.
As the boxes and old pictures came down to my hands, I dutifully put them on the bed for further examination and disposal as she would deem necessary to further storage, display or disposal as the case might be.
I was looking at the pictures in their frames, the Tiger on Black Velvet and the Polar Bear and Wolves, I had bought in Da Nang, Vietnam in 1968, the memories started to intrude unbidden into my mind. I started to think back just a little.
I finally came to a large double cardboard sheaf sealed around the edges. I asked her what it was.
"It's that picture you'd never let me hang, you know, the one I got you right after we got married."