Come for Dinner

Almost 43 years ago, Phil and I built this table top from assorted pieces of wood—burana, olive, rosewood, koa. It sat on two clay sewer pipes temporarily, until we could have legs made, and we made it big enough to seat all the children we thought we’d have. As it turned out, we chose to have one child and a lot of childish friends.  To celebrate our anniversary, we just had legs made and the top refinished—well, not refinished too much. I didn’t want to lose all the scars and scratches that held beloved memories.