On my desk

The other Wranglers said we'd done this before, but since I can't remember it, I thought I'd write about what's on my desk.

First is my desk itself. It belonged to a college professor in Vermont who didn't want to move it to where he was retiring to. He and my son worked together and he offered it to my son, who offered it to me, and then brought it from Vermont to Indiana. It's big and oak and fits right in front of my window and I love it. I haven't had it all that long, which explains...