Down They Go

My aunt Barb gave me these iron bookends about twenty years ago when I was living in the apartment above Gerlach’s Bowling Center.

Since I got these floor lamps, I’ve had the bookends holding these books on the middle shelf, because I like them there.

My speedbag’s round board is screwed into the floor joints under that part of the floor.

Every day, before I’m halfway through my workout, I hear a monstrous crash that startles me, even though I know what it is. After my workout, I come up stairs and find the books and a bookend on the floor.