The Lantern
Stopped by a hardware store to get a couple of keys made. It was an old-time hardware store and three people came to help me when I walked in the door. I like those kinds of places. As the chatty, happy woman made my keys, I wandered around the cluttered store a little, and my eyes fixed on a propane lantern. My mind shifted immediately to the summer nights at the Barking Lions campsite. I didn’t own a lantern and would have had zero chance of ever lighting it (probably still can’t) but I had a guy for that! Jeff - who coincidentally is celebrating his 63rd birthday today - was the man for the job. He’d light the lantern and then he’d work the pot belly stove. I looked at that lantern for a long time. It looked like the same model that we had back there some 40 years ago, back when we believed those long summer days would never end. And now, here we are. Old bastards now. I’m sure Jeff has a lantern… …and that he knows how to light it. Happy birthday, buddy. Thanks for taking care of u...