Letter Opener
One of my favorite people from high school —a beautiful girl I knew named Chris Miller— once brought me back a letter opener from Spain where she had been visiting her mother’s family. I have used this letter opener —a miniature, ornately-decorated sword from Toledo— for almost 20 years now. Often, to open letters. It is a definite article of my constitution, as many of my belongings are.
Well, the poor thing has finally succumbed to the ravages of time.
I will make a home for it somewhere now since I can hardly throw out such a prized possession, but letter-opening will never be the same again.
Until I come across another such opener.
Adios!
