Every dad has one: that mysterious desk drawer containing mundanity, but with an aura of the fantastical. My Dad’s was the one in his work office. For some reason, a drawer filled with office supplies was an imagination gateway. Alligator clips were a favorite, as were cable locks. Then there were Altoid tins of assorted change, pens, and paperclips which I always connected together into a no-doubt aggravating chain.
My own desk is less interesting, but I do have one drawer locked. Not because it contains much in the way of imagination, but more so because it contains useful items that get borrowed and not returned. So to satisfy any potential curiosity about that which lies within, here it is:
It’s obviously locked for other reasons.
‘Tis my man drawer!
–Simon