At first I thought it was a strange champagne flute. You know, one of those “artsy” ones you never really drink from (but keep around to impress those guests you don’t like.) But the top was barely open. You know, a jellybean might be able to squeeze through.” I was standing there holding it, puzzled, when it occurred to me:
It was an oil glass diesels oil lamp. Or part of one — the base of one, lacking both the wick and the little holder part up top. Still, I was kind of in awe.Continue reading…
