["like the spinners that you'll find, in the pinwheels of your mind..."] Back almost a year and a half ago, when isolation and pandemics were new, a couple friends spent several hours going around leaving gifts of spinning pinwheels at my place and the places of various other friends. The pinwheels lasted a winter and two summers, and various lawnmowers, snowblowers, and obnoxious neighbor kids. Like the Mars Rovers, they didn't all fail at the same time. First one was gone, then another, and today I noticed that the wheel was gone from the final one, and all that remains is a stump. I rememeber noticing that it was spinning just a day or two ago when I got home. So alas, all good things must come to an end. But they performed their job admirably and for a surprisingly long time, and there's always the possibility of new good things and good times, and they lasted quite a long time. Huzzah! images/Drawings/Sketches/pinwheel1.jpg