A friend called. His granddaughter was turning eight. He wanted to purchase two bowls. “Sure. Come on over.” He told me that he planed to give one bowl to Haley and keep one for himself and he planned to say when he gave it to her, “Haley, when you have your cereal in the morning, I want you to put your finger and your thumb here, and you think about me. And when I have my cereal in the morning, I’m going to put my finger and my thumb here, and I’m going to think about you.” Being a potter, my concept of time is different. I instantly thought of Haley, being eighty years old, thinking about her grandfather.
