When my grandfather died, my grandmother told me to take whatever I wanted from his shed. I took his collection of pipes, the cigar box he’d run his business out of for forty years and a huge ring of keys of unknown origin. Thrirty years later, they’re still on display in my garage.
When my grandfather died, my grandmother told me to take whatever I wanted from his shed. I took his collection of pipes, the cigar box he’d run his business out of for forty years and a huge ring of keys of unknown origin. Thrirty years later, they’re still on display in my garage.