Many years ago (I believe it was a year or so after my first cancer) my ex (of twenty years at that point) and I were wandering through a mall, and as we made our way through Crate and Barrel, I happened upon this yellow vase.
While not a bowl, it still immediately reminded me of The Potters of Firsk and I casually mentioned this to Bernie and how beautiful I found the color. He immediately grabbed it off the shelf and said, “Happy Birthday.”
I’ve somehow managed to go through multiple moves with it remaining unscathed, and to this day I look at it and think of that story—as politically incorrect as parts of it may seem today.
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