When my mother’s dad died, my grandma had an auction to sell off the farm equipment and his things… downsize for a move to town. My grandpa repaired and restored old furniture and sometimes made a few pieces. No one in the family had his passion for furniture so the tools were sold at auction.
Sad. Really Sad.
I was standin’ there in the garage, grandpa’s tools hangin’ all around the wall and all the old men with their auction numbers in the front pockets of their overalls. Each watchin’ and listenin’ to the biddin’ and the ramble of the auctioneer. I was deep in my memories of watchin’ grandpa work on a rockin’ chair for me when I heard the auctioneer say, “Sold! To the man in the back!”
I turned to see who had bought all the tools when a drunkin’ Charlie Sheen stumbled forward to claim my grandpa’s tools.
And then I woke up!
What the hell!!??