Red wine. Whistling. Lionel Hampton. All components of teleportation. For a second I forgot I was alive, not fully aware that I had been swept away, free floating in jazz.
This kitchen was alive before WWII. It was alive before electronics was invented. Oh the stories wrapped up in this old kitchen!
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If those kitchen walls could talk, they'd probaley tell you about a family that actually sat at the table to say grace and eat together. They'd probaley tell you about another young man, decades older then you now, listening to Bing Crosby on an ancient radio. He's probaley drumming his fingers or leaning back in the chair with his feet on the table and a ciggerette dangling out of his mouth. Just as relaxed as you are.
Yessir, if only walls could talk...
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