Day 325 : cigar


Sandy: I am not fond of cigars but I’ve always liked cigar boxes. When I was young I liked the sound of the thick cardboard lid closing as it precisely fell in place trapping the cigar aroma inside and making a soft, muted clompping sound as the last bit of air escaped. An employee at a neighborhood market would save boxes from which I could to choose. I came upon this illustrated wooden box in an unusual way – by crashing a party. On the way to a concert with my friend, we were given a parking spot in front of a restaurant. The person who was leaving the parking spot invited us to the informal dinner he was hosting in the restaurant. Long story short – there sat the cigar box, empty, so I was allowed to take it.

Sandy’s year long journey – going from being a right-hander to left-hander, and Kelly’s parallel trip as a left-hander doing things as a right-hander.


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