in great eaton family disasters, somewhere around 2001, jfk bust lept from the windowsill on which he sat in my bedroom and busted his head. like, shattered it all up in a way creepily in keeping with historical fact.
in recent years, i've lamented that we didn't keep him. because i am macabre and he was historically accurate and jackie looked terribly lonely and, though damaged, he was still part of a matched set. but i gave him up for gone, because who on earth hangs on to a shattered statue? much less for 10 years.
i randomly mentioned this to my father one day. in that off-handed way that one speaks fondly of the broken toys of one's childhood, as though there was a destiny of which they were deprived.
all you need to know about my family is that yesterday this came in the mail:
8 comments:
your parents are awesome.
they're something!
aw. I love this. SO Much.
aw. I love this. SO Much.
you really love it, don't you?
that kind of looks like an album cover.
i think there's a cover of something death cab for cutie that features the jfk head.
well, kind of: http://www.amazon.com/Drive-Well-Sleep-Carefully-Death/dp/B0009UZGHI/ref=sr_1_16?s=music&ie=UTF8&qid=1302034163&sr=1-16
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