Sometimes it is nice to be wrong.
As I was carrying the Christmas ornaments upstairs, that we removed from the tree, I kept looking at the spear.My space is the room over the garage and the stairs leading to the kitchen, where I am stopped cold; my wife laughed outright at the theory of "manifest destiny," and my being allowed to expand my collection into the rest of the house! Imagine that ! As I kept looking at that wonderful spear, I thought, maybe I was wrong and it could have a silver collar;after my chores were done, I grabbed the lance and hit it with a bit of silver polishing paste and here are the results.
Just sometimes, it is good to be wrong;thank you for the good advice and the push to find out.
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