Attach the Meaning

I've been cleaning my office. Eek What a job!  But it is fun to come across old letters-- one that is 70 years old written a few weeks before I was born, a post card from a son, 20 years or so old, (the postcard that is) little bits of the past rising through the clutter. A few moments ago the piece attached to this post fluttered to the floor. It was one of my earliest attempts at writing and was published in the newspaper in Brattleboro Vermont where we lived before moving to Prescott in 1997. I hope it touches you as much as it did me as I wrote it...