Take a morning walk on Golf Course been there over 100 yrs. The first part of the walk is to a bench anchored permanently w/memorial engraving of someone's name. "Bill Bassista" it reads on it, letters burned into the backrest for eternity.😆 "Good Morning, Bill!" I'd exclaim most days.
Then, after a time in the morning sun I'd set off to the second stop before completing my trek back home.
A few days after Thanksgiving when I got there, it was gone. The bush almost behind it was there, the wind damaged trees were there, but I swear to God, no bench. As though it had never been.
What's most remarkable to me is that I cannot remember the name on the backrest of the bench I had greeted personally for the past year. And I've tried.
Timeline jump? 🙊