Salvage from a courthouse rebuilt somewhere near Abilene included an outdated, two-story spiral metal staircase. Dad bought the staircase. Figured he would find a place for the stairs someday.
When we moved a small office building to Fort Phantom Hill Lake and turned the structure into a lake cabin, the spiral staircase led to the dry lake shore below.
Sure that you know that when you climb, up or down, you go around in circles. You expose your front or your back to observation. You also have to work your legs and arms. There’s a railing to hang unto.
There also is a moral about life, success, orientation in this metal, spiral staircase. Your turn.
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