No, Carlton is not a dried rose. No need to keep it. Today, I attacked my smallkidtime desk. I remember getting the desk when we lived in Grays Hill Village in Fort Belvoir. Maybe I was in the 3rd or 4th grade. It had been a “dressing table” in officer’s quarters. Don’t know how Dad got it. Anyhow, that desk has followed me ever since. I don’t think it will make it to the old ladies home. It will become one more unloved piece of “brown furniture”. I haven’t used it as a “desk” in years. Mostly, it collects stuff. On the top and in the drawers. A little personal museum.
Stuff like a cut nail and a Minié ball. Anyone want them? I’ll mail them to you. Just ask.
I also use the desk as a piggy bank.
I think I need to take a nice trip to use up my monies. It would be ashamed to die with a drawer full of Swiss Francs – or worse French Polynesian Francs.
It is much emptier now. But, it is still a piggy bank.
Note to Carlton: What happened to your Rolex watch? Did you lose it and not tell me? I know you wore one of my Timex watches the last year of your life. I took it off of you before you headed off to Georgetown. But, I haven’t found the Rolex. No biggie – but if you can figure out how to direct me to it – I’d be grateful. And, if you lost it – not to worry. Like you, it was good while it lasted.