GETTING MORE TALE #742: Returning the Rock
There’s a recurring theme in fiction that I like a lot. It’s the idea that you have to return an object back to its origin point. The One Ring had to be returned to the fires of Mordor where it was made. Or the recovery of Luke’s lightsaber and its journey back to Skywalker. Roger’s golden turd returning to his anus in order to destroy it.
Countless years ago, Iron Tom Sharpe gave me a tremendous gift. You’ve seen it here before; the giant Iron Maiden “Holy Smoke” poster signed by all five members. It was mounted and hung here in LeBrain HQ for over a decade. Tom just didn’t have room for it anymore. He gave me a bunch of his posters, but that was the crown jewel.
Now the times have changed and I’m the one who doesn’t have room. This week, I removed at least 20 full bags of possessions from my place and we’re still going strong with lots to go. Tom sent me a message. “What’s with losing your possessions, are you going Buddhist?” Hah! No man, it’s just physics. You can only store so much stuff in a condo. “Do you still have that old Maiden poster?” he asked. I thought about it, and then it hit me. I knew what I had to do.
I had to return the Maiden poster to its originator. Tom picked it up, and it is back where it should be. I like to think of it as I was storing it for him the last 15 years. I like the poetry of that.
Well, I’d better get back at it. This place isn’t going to clean itself!