The Mug
It was probably September of 1967. I was coming home for my first visit after starting my freshman year at Brandeis. At the last minute I thought about bringing my parents a little something from my college. I picked up a mug (possibly a ceramic beer stein) with the school emblem.
That mug was prominently displayed in their home - sometimes to my embarrassment.
Last week, as I was cleaning out my mother’s apartment, I opened a cupboard and there was the mug. I took it down and held it. The price tag of $2.75 was still on the bottom. All the memories came back in an instant.
Most remarkable was that my mother had kept it. Well, actually not so remarkable.
I’ll find a place for it.
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