My Lucky Horseshoe
I went by the Lesmeister Building today, looking to see what progress was made Thursday and Friday of this week (the answer is not much, as far as I can see). While standing on the sidewalk in front of the building, I looked down into the dirt where the workers recently jackhammered away the concrete slab floor of the building where it met the sidewalk.
There in the dirt, where it had been sleeping since before the concrete floor of the building was poured over it ages ago, among the rubble of broken bricks and concrete, I saw a horseshoe with the old rusty square-headed nails that once held it on a horse’s hoof. On the back side of the horseshoe the nails are still as a long ago blacksmith left them, bent over to lock them onto the horse’s foot…until the shoe was “thrown” and lost for about a hundred years under my building.
I’ve got to decide if I should clean it, remove the rust, sandblast it back to “new” condition, or what. I’ll put the horseshoe on the wall of one of the Lesmeister Guesthouse apartments, along with the story of finding it, and hope it brings good luck to the old building for a long time to come!