Flashback today not to an event commemorated on film but to a tired old gadget, long in the tooth and ready to be retired … but not if Basil has his way.
In fits and starts, he continues to clear out files and the desk drawers. As though part of an archaeological dig, slowly but surely, we can make out the top of the desk.
In the process, however, new piles of crap have cropped up in fresh spots while he decides what he’s doing with that stuff. Other things are being stashed in odd spots.
Take this adding machine. Please.
I found it on a shelf of a closet that is slated to get the full clean-out treatment after the desk (which in my mind means, don’t toss more stuff in there!!).
It’s been far too long since I’ve heard the click and whir of this machine. Its ivory facade is nearly brown now and the roll of paper curled inside is yellow and brittle with age. Picking it up, I was struck by how heavy the darn thing is.
I suggested perhaps this should be given away or tossed out altogether.
“When was the last time you used it?” I asked.
“It’s a good machine. That’s a great machine,” Basil countered, shades of his Depression-era parents shining through.
And then this chestnut: “Maybe Catherine will want to take it to college.”
Right. ‘Cause that’s what all the cool college freshmen will have in their dorm rooms.