The thing that brings me close to believing in woo-woo supernaturalism is the concrete floor in my work room. No, it’s true. This floor has an uncanny ability to swallow anything you drop on it, especially model plane parts. The other day, a white painted part about a centimeter square slipped out of my fingers. I saw it drop a measly two feet to the floor right next to my desk. I haven’t found it. It’s as though the paint-stained concrete surface is an interface with another universe. I swept the floor and picked through the trash. No dice, the part has gone on to that great aero museum of the beyond, where leprechauns (or whomever) are no doubt building their own models from parts that magically appear out of their floor.

This has happened a number of times, most notably with a hefty drill chuck that disappeared from the world of the living a few months ago. I’m beginning to wonder if I might someday fall through. I am having gray indoor/outdoor carpeting installed, just in case.