December 2014

A Table's Journey

The things we lose when we drink sometimes return in the most unexpected ways

In 1964, my parents emigrated to the U.S. from Germany. My father started a small painting company in Los Angeles, and as he became successful, we were able to afford a new furniture set for the living room. It consisted of a goldcolored couch, two armchairs and a wrought iron table (which my father gilded), with a crystal glass top.

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