On top of a cabinet, where only I could spy, I noticed a playing card face down, with a layer of dust on it. This was likely flung up there by playful boys flinging cards at each other years ago.
Turning it over, a jack of spades was revealed.
In school I played a lot of euchre, and jacks are the best cards in the deck. For many years I carried a retired jack of hearts in my wallet from a trip with friends half of my lifetime ago, some twenty-five years.
I don’t know what to make of it, but this jack will go in my memory box.
Makes me wonder when the other two jacks will show up.
nine apple trees 