FROM DUST TO DUST

As the sun rises in the east, it seems to invade the whole house from my front door glass into my den and my eyes where I sit in my chair. At a certain low angle, it seems to highlight things that I don’t want to see.

I look dusty

One morning this past week, as I got up to put the re-cycles out, I cast a glance into the dining room, and could clearly see that dust had accumulated on the dining room table. Now the room is long and has a lot of furnishing in it, and this stopped me cold in my tracks. Diverting my route I got a duster and cleaned off the dust and started to remember a time long ago.

Many years ago, when I worked for a large direct mail company in Port Washington, NY, I was at a dinner of some kind I think for the holidays. I drove into the city and parked in a parking garage, with my brown Toyota. I was with one of my associates, and we went off to have a nice time and returned a few hours later, sometime near mid-night.

The parking lot attendant greeted us at the entrance and I tried to hand him my ticket, which I can’t find and he asks me what color the car is. I tell him ‘brown’ and he runs off to retrieve it. A few moments later he returns and says he can’t find the car!

“How can you lose my car?” (The same way I lost his ticket?) I protest. He says to me there are only two cars parked, one is white and one is grey! Then it hits me: “Is the grey car a Toyota by any chance?”

“Yes it is!”

“That’s me!”

I hadn’t cleaned it for a while and it had a grey caste in the dark shadows of the garage!

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