Day 15 - The Twisted Staff

Not ten feet away stands a twisted, almost druidic stick, about six feet high, curling upwards in the corner of my bedroom until its upper end finds rest on the wing of a red dragon statue. The dragon rests with its ten-inch wings spread wide, a cone of artificial fire fixed in its mouth and a copy of LIFE Magazine from July 1969 settled safely behind it. And the magazine that features Charles Lindbergh's last message to a premoon world in turn blocks an 140-year-old textbook, a forest-green geography tome that describes central Africa in racist terms. Eminently druidic.