The very thoughts of this incident still brings tears to my eyes and grief to my mind.. Its hard to even relay the story in print.....
It had been a long day. Rain and cold here in the Bluegrass. I was just wanting to get home and call it "done for the day".. I happened to remeber to pull into the local post office and check the mail. Just one more thing to keep me out longer on an already lengthy day. "Oh, the orange key to unlock the bigger PO boxes," I said to myself. I unlock the door, removed the USPS box and read the return label. A glimmer of sunshine in the dark..."LIGHTHOUND"..
I put the box in the seat and drove the 4 miles home. "What's that" my wife said as I entered our small but happy home. It has become a little more "cluttered" over the last 11 months, but everbody seems to deal with it OK.
"I believe this is my Christmas present" I said and I opened it up and sure enough..a HDS B42.. Hurriedly but carefully, I opened the rugged ziplock bag and removed the contents. Euphoria soon ensued. Bright, dim, brighter, dim, on and on and on. Pure unadulterated lumenatic pleasure.. But wait, the story takes a horrific turn....
Later that evening.....
"Where is my light?" I asked.
"What light" she said.
"You KNOW what light!!"
"It's a Christmas gift, your only gift might I add" she said.
"AND?!!?" I questioned.
"It's under the tree. See?"
So close, but so far.. And there it lies. Alone. In the dark. It just not right. She could have at least put a squeeze light in there for company. You know, I've got half a mind to go in there right now and.... never mind. I'd just have to go to bed mad.