Oooops! …. (part 3)

Who do you call when you absolutely, positively gotta get rid of that rust?

Of course...

..except, well, sometimes there's a problem.....









For obscure reasons, I'm reminded of a short, exquisite poem by Robert Frost, his "Nothing Gold Can Stay," written in 1923…..the final couplet is:

"So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."

This is much more lyrical than a Rustoleum can, I dare you to read the entire poem below without having a sobering thought and a moment of delicious musing….

     Nature's first green is gold
     Her hardest hue to hold.
     Her early leaf's a flower;
     But only so an hour.
     Then leaf subsides to leaf.
     So Eden sank to grief,
     So dawn goes down to day.
     Nothing gold can stay.