Abalone Shell


I got this abalone shell at a garage sale in Michigan.  The sellers were getting rid of stuff they said they didn’t need, and at the time I thought, “How can you not need an abalone shell?”

It was at this house at a top of a slope, and they had a pool that they drained and just filled with wood chips.  It was far easier to maintain that way, they said.  I think it was around two pm or so and they’d already started drinking.  They seemed nice enough.

But of course now I know that yes, you can not need an abalone shell.

For me at the time — I might have still been a teenager, maybe twenty, it represented so many things:  far away places, oceans, mysterious creatures.  Shininess, not the dreariness of studying econometrics under the gray skies of Michigan.




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