"Wishing you a holiday filled with memories to share"After only a few season's snows under the Glider's runners, we were off to distant shores, leaving the sled and other treasures behind. Winters had come and gone, blanketing the Mid-Atlantic landscape in a pure winter white but the Glider remained idle, safely stored away in the care of my eldest sibling.
Some years later after I returned home for a visit on a summer holiday, I spent the better part of one particularly sunny morning rummaging through my sister's cellar in search of some personal effects I had squirreled away down there for safekeeping. You can imagine the joy in my heart when I spied Ichiro's Chesapeake Glider beckoning to me from beneath a thick protective layer of dust.
I cradled it in my arms as I carried it aloft into the light of day. As the amber rays of the mid morning sun bathed the oak grain it glistened like a burning ember, rekindling the memories of the sheer delight Ichiro and I shared as we sailed together across the pure white plains. Then suddenly I was jolted back to the present by a sun glass spectaled figure approaching from across the far side of the lawn. It was my brother-in-law, Sparky. His eyes popped wide open as his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and his jaw dropped to the ground. I stood silent as I waited for him to hail my serendipitous discovery.
"We got to get rid of that bad boy right away. It's rotting, I wouldn't be surprised if it's infested. With all your stuff down in the basement, and Ev's stuff, there's no room to move. This is going out in the trash today."
As the sled was tossed on the gabage heap right before my eyes, I slipped into a state of shock, yet managed to ask: "Can I take a picture of it before the garbage men come to pick it up?"
"What for?" He replied.
"For a keepsake, " I said.