A Tall Story

January 2013:   We visited Anacortes, WA.  

While Robb was messing around on boats I messed around in the old part of town.  I saw this painting covered in dust and spider webs up in the rafters of an antique store  I asked the sales assistant to bring it down so that I could have a closer look.  

Off she went and returned a few minutes later with a rickety old ladder.

I helped her with it and held it down with white knuckles while she slowly climbed the rungs.  She was near the top when I realised that at 5’1” she wasn’t going to reach the painting, not even from the top step!

She looked down at me, but I shook my head.  No, it was not a good idea for me to climb a rickety ladder — especially not in the US!  

So I left thinking  … next time if it’s still up there and there’s a taller sales person around, it’s meant to be mine.

May 2013:  We visited Anacortes, WA.

While Robb was messing around on boats I messed around in the old part of town.  I went back to the antique store.  The painting was still up in the rafters, the sales assistant was 5’8” and they’d bought a new ladder.

The painting’s mine now.

[Spanish Steps to Rome - still trying to decipher the artist’s signature]

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