She'd been with me for years; every since I rescued her from that dingy pawn
shop, along with the 24/2.8 and the sleek black OM-2N. Chunky, homely, but
loved and given a good home, she was. Brought out to illuminate George
Dubya himself in a honky tonk way back when, but more often handling the
much more important task of brightening my nephew's grinning face. We
shared a lot of exposures, she and I, right up to the end. Upon returning
from the hard-fought Cub Scout Space Derby (brilliant nephew won the Wolf
division, fighting back from the loss of his first heat to chew the
competion up with his hot propeller), I had some help unloading the truck.
Bump. Just a tiny thunp, actually. But enough to dislodge her from the
heretofore faithful embrace of the Bounce Grip 2. Oh, the terrible knot in
my gut as she arced downward, gave a final scream on impact, and clattered
across the cruel concrete!
We said the requisite words, them removed her batteries and sealed her in a
ziplock bag. There she will wait for her ultimate contribution - parts
donor. Out of sight, but still a part of me and my memories.
(Sob)
Gary Edwards
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