In the spring of 2002, I was living on my own for the first time in my life. I furnished my apartment with a few pieces of furniture, a rear projection television that would look like a dinosaur today, a small collection of pots and pans, two lamps, and eventually, a shower curtain.
Also, this paper towel dispenser.
As far as I can tell, it’s the last item I own from those two years living alone. The last item still standing from those two years spent at 353 Willard Avenue in Newington, CT before Elysha and I moved in together.
The screw holding it together is a little loose, and it wobbles a bit, but I love it. Every time I see it, it reminds me of those heady days when I first fell in love with Elysba.
It’s not a great paper towel holder, and it lives today in a cabinet under the sink, but we’ll be keeping it.
I’m a nostalgic guy, even if it’s just a paper towel holder.
