Paco and The Table

In the year Nineteen Hundred Ninety Five

I came across this table in a quaint little shop near my home.

Legend has it that the shop owners were driving through a border town in Mexico

and they came upon a little boy with his grandparents.

They were standing on the side of the road with this table for sale.

This is where Paco comes in.

Paco was a little boy who had recently lost his mother.

Paco's mother had painted this table with images from the Bingo-like boardgame, Loteria.

La Sirena- number 6.

El Sol- number 46

La Mano- number 21.

Unfortunately, that's about all I can remember.

Paco was being raised by his grandparents and they needed to sell the table.

The shop owners bought it.

When I saw the table, I knew I had to have it...

and the story of Paco tugged at my heartstrings.

 The shop owner told me they thought it was used as a chiropractic table.

Now, how this was used as a chiropractic table is a mystery to me.

There is a sliding handle on each side like above.

I hope there was a mattress of some sort because this would be pretty uncomfortable otherwise.

I haven't changed it one bit since I bought it and

 I don't care if Paco's poor dead Mama really painted it or not.

Because I love it so.

 I've brought it downstairs to use in my office.

Friends have tried to buy it, steal it and bribe me for it.

They will never get it.

Because I love it so.

 Sophie wants me to stop taking pictures and moving furniture.  

She's not a fan.

Bruce likes to add his special touches to my favorite things.

Evidently he reads chalk boards.

He's so helpful.

I'm a sucker for a story about a sad little boy.

I've kept his Mama's table for all these years.

So Paco- wherever you are- I still believe.

And I still love it so.

(P.S.  You can't have it, Holly!)

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