Michele and I once went to Canton for a bit of flea marketry. Michele was into wood those days-and she kept telling people "no metal legs" and somehow that morphed into I am NOT Iron Man. But today I AM Iron Man-because I have plastered 4 biomagnets to various parts of my body (foot and legs thank you very much) to see if they do anything at all.
It seems like an easy quasi scientific, low effort thing to do on a snowed in Saturday. Mildly interesting at best. I tried to get Mom and Dad to let me plaster bio magnets to them but they politely refused.
Strangely, the site that I put the firt magnet on, roughly where they wedged a piece of cadaver bone in my ankle, has ceased to ache. Strange stuff afoot in Oklahoma?
Two of our treasures from that day were Red Legs (table) and Mr. Red Mirror-you guessed it, a red mirror, all crackled and worn. I marked it up like three times and put it in our antique booth (Boothie) sure that no one would actually BUY Mr. Red Mirror.
One Saturday we walked in and Mr. Red Mirror was gone. Michele and I groaned aloud. I was devastated. Now I'm not, I doubt I would have Mr. Red anyway. So many years, so much water under the bridge, so many design phases.
But Michele-I still have little pink table and Mr. Oak table still from those days. The only black panther I have is my Mom's original one. And I bet that that crazy friend of Jay and Sue's still has Wee Boy.