The second gift from my contractor friend. Made of brass, clearly handmade, though no idea when or by whom. Here’s the story:
This guy is an inveterate yard sale denizen. He’s found all kinds of amazing things that he’s picked up for a song (all the brass hardware from a defunct bar for $100, which is why the bar in our new basement is so magnificent.)
He was browsing one day and saw this atop a box of detritus, and, thanks to his Jewish education from me, he recognized what it was. He was also pretty sure that the garage sale guy who was selling it did not. So he asked.
“Do you know what that is?”
“Not a clue.”
“What do you want for it?”