cigar: from French cigare, or from Spanish cigarro, probably from Mayan sik'ar ‘smoking.’ Don't you just love words? And their origins? How about pretend and make-believe? So many words and such imagination ride on and record memories, or stow away in a simple box.
I don't know the last time I used one of these. I've tried finding them; the clerk at our Park Row office said they don't sell them any more because all mail goes by air. Makes me wonder what that big truck was carrying the night we were on our way back from Dallas. Sign on the side said US Mail. Huh! Not sure if I can bring myself to use these. Am thinking Limner's Time Capsule. And souvenirs for any future grand that might come into this family. We shall see.
Oh, and each envelope has a letter!
Or a note!
Look how things sort of folded into place. Is it me or do you see the fingers making that "perfection" connection? That sign? It's the front of a card! If that don't beat all, then what does?
That's not all. The box is full. Map treasure, words next to words atop words . . . Rivers and lakes and trails . . . Names, and places, and ideas . . . Skills and caring, pairing and paired.
Two posts on the same day. What can I say?
Oh. I can say, "There's even more!" Well said, huh?