A year or so ago we found an old teak patio set, the stain on the chairs rubbed away by good conversations.
They sold it to us on the cheap — they needed to get rid of it because the husband had lost his job and they couldn’t afford to live in the city anymore.
And just about every meal I eat there, with my wife and sons, is revolt against the kind of world that despises table and rejoices in profit driven evictions.
Unreal, my friend.
“We have exquisite taste, but I am a poet.”
A year or so ago we found an old teak patio set, the stain on the chairs rubbed away by good conversations.
They sold it to us on the cheap — they needed to get rid of it because the husband had lost his job and they couldn’t afford to live in the city anymore.
And just about every meal I eat there, with my wife and sons, is revolt against the kind of world that despises table and rejoices in profit driven evictions.
First of all, that chair is beautiful. Secondky, I get it as I am decluttering from my recent divorce after 25 years.
Many blessings on your anniversary. Glad you are a poet!
Happy Anniversary!
You do, indeed, have exquisite taste!! I am so happy to get to subscribe to your Substack!!!