By far the oldest and dullest relic from Loop Drive is this old iron. It dates from time immemorial to the day we had to empty the house to sell it. It will probably mean nothing except to my siblings. There are two possible 'origin stories': one is that it's something from Pop's life before he married Mom (I seem to remember it being wrapped in red rags to keep it from scorching the ironing), the other is that Pop rescued it from one of the scrap heaps at the steel mill. What I do know is that it was always used as a door-stopper for the Guest Room (or Toy Room, or Susan's Room; it had a lot of names over the years). I was doing some dusting today and decided on a whim to record it here.
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