Little feet wear out big bodies
Alas for the ginger jar we bought during our military tour of duty in Okinawa. This fine piece of craftsmanship had managed to survive being packed by three sets of military packers and three overseas moves without so much as a crack. However, it could not stand up to Justin’s 180 pounds plodding across our hardwood floors. From behind me I heard a crash, then looked at Susan as she bit her bottom lip.
“Sorry, maw,” Justin said as he surveyed the damage.