The beauty of a well-worn shoebox—full of relics that whisper stories we forget we ever lived. Your piece is a tender reminder that behind every old photograph, every half-empty glass, and every scribbled dream is a universe of quiet, unspoken hopes and regrets.
There’s a kind of poetry in the mundane—a Davy Crockett glass, a ring forgotten in a drawer—that becomes sacred in its ordinariness. And Frankie, with his unfulfilled ambitions and terminal prognosis, reminds us that even in the darkness, there’s a strange, dark humor about the human condition: we spend our lives chasing ghosts, only to find that the greatest stories are the ones we never dared to tell.
In the end, perhaps all we can do is write our endings, sip whiskey from the same old glass, and wait for the sun to come out—just long enough to make the next chapter worth the trouble.
I was down for the count, fever for 3 days straight and there was a wine festival on Saturday I understood I was going to miss.... until I woke up on Friday fresh as a daisy and got to go, after all.
The beauty of a well-worn shoebox—full of relics that whisper stories we forget we ever lived. Your piece is a tender reminder that behind every old photograph, every half-empty glass, and every scribbled dream is a universe of quiet, unspoken hopes and regrets.
There’s a kind of poetry in the mundane—a Davy Crockett glass, a ring forgotten in a drawer—that becomes sacred in its ordinariness. And Frankie, with his unfulfilled ambitions and terminal prognosis, reminds us that even in the darkness, there’s a strange, dark humor about the human condition: we spend our lives chasing ghosts, only to find that the greatest stories are the ones we never dared to tell.
In the end, perhaps all we can do is write our endings, sip whiskey from the same old glass, and wait for the sun to come out—just long enough to make the next chapter worth the trouble.
Oh my oh my, I think you liked this one! What a magical, epic take on things - thank you for sharing this,
Cheers to the sacred ordinariness—because sometimes, the best stories are the ones we’re too afraid to live.
Glad you're feeling better, too!
I was down for the count, fever for 3 days straight and there was a wine festival on Saturday I understood I was going to miss.... until I woke up on Friday fresh as a daisy and got to go, after all.
I'm reminded of one of the master's best-
https://youtu.be/s-U1UgbiDUU?si=-Q4sRcErDaM5SXTP
Oh man, that is the best of the best. That is quite a connection you made!
You kinda made it for me.
I hope the girl adopted the dog🐾🐾
Anything is possible in Red Hook!