After an unprecedented streak of pleasant sunny days in PDX, we had a storm
come through with sleet and rain and snow and our house shook.
I knew something was wrong and set about looking for the cause.
It took a while, but I finally found what had happened.
My wife of so many years had done the unthinkable...
She had put
Grampa's coffee cup thru the dishwasher !
Not only that, she admitted to actually hand-washing the cup to get rid of it's last bits of patina.
Now, it's just a plain glass cup, an ordinary, run-of-the-mill, crystal clear, cup.
Gone are the traces of fragrance and tastes built up over the years of loyalty and pleasure.
Fading now are the memories of cups, nay, pots of coffee of days gone by.
I could buy another cup. I could start over with this old, now plain, non-descript THING.
But the heart is gone. It would not be the same. What shall I do ?
Oh, the humanity ... My God, think of the children.
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