My parents are gone, but I still have their things. A plate, a chair, a matchbook, a sweater, an old cell phone. Something of them lives on in this stuff. Send a picture of an object and tell me what it does to you and how it makes you feel about your mom and dad, dead or alive. Then go clean up your room. Thank you
In the 50's and 60's these twelve-ounce tumblers were my grandfather's preferred on-the-rocks glasses. J & B, a very-half-assed splash of soda, and two ice cubes. When you do the math that left room for about 10.5 ounces of scotch. Every night by 5pm at the latest. He made it to 80 and had a damned good time doing so. The plastic has absorbed the smell of scotch though the tumblers haven't been in use for about 40 years. I stick my nose inside, like you would a seashell to smell the ocean, and I smell my grandfather.