Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Well those three steps connected to a door that had been covered up in some recent remodeling. I stood on the top step, nose against the wall and wondered if in some dimension the door could still be opened. If I could find the key would I be able to walk through to the time when the door was the main access to commerce or family that used the building. If I could walk through that door could I go back to an earlier time and choose computer programming instead of sales, hold Microsoft instead of selling when it doubled, buy beach property in Manzanita, OR.
I have just one regret. I drove back to Lair Hill where I once lived to take a photo of those steps. Now, there is just my memory under a new building guarded by two golden hammers.