In the basement underneath our kitchen is an old dirt-floored root cellar. Today it houses things like the hot water heater and the water softener. Recently, Renaissance Man walked into the kitchen after a trip down to the root cellar, and in his hand was something long and small and black. He handed it to me, saying he found it in the dirt at the entrance to the root cellar.
In my hand lay a pretty little demitasse spoon, still in excellent condition except for a
little lot of tarnish. Like I said … You just never know. I wondered how long it had been buried in my basement … and to whom it had belonged … and how had it gotten there … and if it is sterling … and if there are any more.