It was a nail on the fourth floor railing. A rusted #4 finishing driven in by Al Binghamn on August 19th 1957. A hot day that smelled of lemons.
The quarter inch that stuck up out of the wood caught the front of Jim Fowler's sweater as he walked up to visit Bernie Cod. It pulled his sweater leaving a round hole, he muttered damn to the wainscoating and moved on.
We found this sweater, long admired by ourselves and others on a small rack along with a pair of kahkis and socks on a little hanger at the thrift in Rockford. We're willing to part with it to a good home.