Characteristically, I went out wandering in search of things to see Saturday. Uncharacteristically, I took a photo of someone, so I could share a bit more with y'all.
First, a look at things:
Wired and bolted in place on two large display trailer riggings, seat after seat after seat, each like some worn metallic flower catching the late afternoon sun.
I wondered out loud about what they were -- tractor seats? -- and the proprietor said no, they were older than that, some were plow seats, some were seats for old farm buggies.
He began to tell me about the price this one or that one had fetched at auction, and showed me a magazine article that mentioned his collecting ways. He said he was older now, and when I asked his age he said 93.
I decided to share a bit more than I usually do with y'all -- after all, it isn't every day one meets a semi-famous collector of cast iron seats. I asked if he'd mind if I took his picture, and he snorted a little grin and said I wasn't too picky if I wanted a photo of him. And then he said yes. He was quite the character.
His name is Don Lanford, and I only hope I'd be as full of sparks if I lived that long.