This afternoon my good friend Megan and I made a trip to our local junk store. Spotting a collection of newly-arrived perfume bottles, she informed me of their presence. After making my way towards them, I found they were a group of old Avon cologne decanters. Nestled amongst the lot was a happily-familiar black bottle in the form of an old-fashioned schoolroom desk, complete with an apple perched on top. It was just the same as the little decanter my mother used to have sitting atop her piano when I was a boy. Responding jubilantly, I bought it. Now it sits next to my laptop here bringing me much joy.