And that’s why you always leave a note

Scrounging for a semi-protective sleeve today, I unearthed an old conference badge. In the handy, jumbled desk drawer to my left.

I removed the cellophane-anchor-ended neck string and set to empty the contents. Hurrying. Of course.

Tucked behind the name card, was a wee, green-inked note.

I unfolded and read it.
My heart swelled.

The note is refolded, re-tucked and safely stowed in its semi-protectives sleeve. In the handy, jumbled desk drawer to my left.

Nice and close. Like it’s quietly been for four years and counting.

Thank you, Other Bob. Mine did too.

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George, Sr.: Why?! If someone had left a note, this innocent man would still have his arm! Why?!
J. Walter Weatherman: And that’s why you always leave a note.
Arrested Pier Pressure, November 3, 2003.

 

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