He went into the lockers and I kept sweeping, thinking how unusual it is for him to come in, deciding there must be something special going on, something unusual, and he is here to get that one bottle.
The one bottle that will make it that much more special, the one bottle that will make it the occasion it will be.
Every bottle is a story waiting to be opened and I am surrounded by them.
In some small way I am the keeper of the tales.
