from Wednesday, November19th of the year2008.
I found this article about an autistic boy returning to the charred ruins of his home quite moving. Interestingly:
Mattel, the company that makes Hot Wheels has offered to donate new toys for Jonathan. His mother called the offer, “equivalent to us winning the lottery.”
Ah, STUFF. I used to sublet an apartment where there was a metal box of keepsakes and treasures dear to the family from whom I rented. In the case of fire, I was to grab their Abyssinian cat, the box, and head for the safety of the park across the street. I wonder what I would take now, given that all my music is stored on a server, my contacts in my phone, my man in his own apartment, and the cats fully able to scurry out of an open window. Maybe my great-grandmother’s duck-shaped pÃ¢té terrine? My Hungarian Monopolyâ„¢ board, a gift from an old friend? My mother’s paintings? Certain Garments?