Wandering Aimlessly
Making Art Out of Antlers
by Phil Burkhouse
They sit in my basement in a varied assortment of containers, collecting dust and taking up space. Mary yells at me occasionally about getting rid of them, but they are precious reminders of earlier times; being a sentimental old stinker, I can’t bring myself to discard them. There are bushels, cardboard boxes, and plastic containers filled with them, and when I remove an old set of antlers from one of these containers, vivid memories are instantly rekindled in my brain.