myself in the mirror at a friend's house. It doesn't get much stranger than that!

It's hard to tell by the substance of my replies whether I'm actually conscious or not.

The pool table up front where the pulpit was a little wierd, but the hundreds of antique toasters on shelves around the room really set the place off. His dad collected them.

I guess I thought it just wore off.

A gift he gave her, or was it she gave him, for Christmas several years ago. A young couple planning where the next party was going to be as soon as they got up in the morning. Now in their 50s, they’ve slowed down just a tad.

The first time I saw it, I thought it was alive and had just landed there. Nope. Every time I visited, I couldn't stop staring at that moth. It was a dead moth. A big, dead, dried up moth. Years pass and the moth stayed there. Why didn't they knock the damn down?

This was in a bi-level house, one had to walk between them it was like tunnels. We had the building inspector go there and it was determined that the weight of the newspaper was making the house unstable.

to infinity.

A childhood friend came to town to visit and asked me over to his parent's house, the same place we played when we were kids.

We were the poor white trash people in our little town. The parent's house was falling apart when we were kids and it was in worse shape now, with collapsed ceilings from water damage and holes in the floor (watch your step!).

In the living room of this home, one wall was taken up by a shrine to Princess Dianna. There was a table in the center with a huge portrait of her, flanked by lit candles. Arranged on the table were various collectable trinkets with her picture on them, flowers in vases, and the wall behind the table had dozens of pictures of the Princess from various times of her life.

Why these Midwestern rednecks fixated on the Princess is beyond me. I asked my friend and he started singing her praises, too, so I dropped the subject. Folks are folks, and it's really none of my business how they keep their living room.

For what it's worth, years later the whole damn family turned MAGA, including, heartbreakingly, my friend.

friend being Maga.

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This was back in the early 70s. I knew a woman who worked for the telephone company and she collected "Mickey Mouse" insulators. These were made of glass and had two "wings" along the top of the insulator. To me, they looked like glass wing nuts. Whenever one of the linemen would go out to the back county, she ask them to bring her back any "Mickey Mouse" insulators they came across.

Here's a picture of what one looked like.