The jug is no longer in the store in which I saw it. Seeing it prompted memories from 65 years ago. (see August 7) Consider that on a geologic time scale the opportunity for me to walk past it and notice it approaches zero. It appeared at just the right time for me to see it after 65 years and then... disappeared into???
When I was in Texas with Suzy she had a cat named Stanley (one of seven). Stanley lived a life apart, one of independence with an occasional visit. But whenever I sat on the outdoor picnic table and started to play the guitar, there was Stanley. Freight Train, Cocaine Blues, Jimmy Rodgers, Willie Nelson. He loved them all. I miss you Stanley.
The confluence of a green jug and Stanley over a span of 25 years goes to show that we're all on this flight together
Dick
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