OLD THINGS STICK

Wistfully, where are they now? The hardwood boxes with smoothed down edges, burnished brass marine fixtures, musical instruments, harmonicas and saxes playing Hugo Alfven's Swedish Rhapsody, soft leather polo pony saddles, cherry pipe tobacco, maple wood smoked armchairs from many fireside chats, shotguns and pistols from any Civil War, Cartier-Bresson black and white photographs, bottles with bubbles in blue, green, stately pigeon encrusted statues, wooden sail boats, bicycles with a single gear and horse drawn carriages, old gilded mirrors but most of all old people with the roadmaps of their lives etched in their weathered faces, teachers, scientists and story tellers, especially so.