March 31, 2010

Fall Story

This past October my Father told me how excited he was when as a boy he found an intact Edison light bulb.
The beautiful blown glass with it’s pointed nib top – enclosing the delicate filament within, was an exciting trophy. He kept it for years but cant remember where it’s gone now.
When he made this find, the light bulb was already thirty years old.
His mother scolded him for rummaging in the foundation of the ruined house where he found the bulb.
Now, the memory of finding this small glass prize is older than the light bulb held in that little boy’s hand that day.

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