A friend and I found a cast iron urn at an abandoned house which was about to be razed, which we "liberated" and placed behind the Senior Center between some benches. You should take a look, DD. The bottom is very like the bottom part of the illustrated urn. It was at an older Italianate house way out Michigan Ave -- I wonder how many founderies an area could support? The house is probably about the same age as Allie's diary, so the urn we found could be from McCullough's.
Deep in a scholarly analysis of, uh, 1940s comic strips, Dusty D could not go see-but she promptly telegraphed her Historical Authenticity Lightning Forensics-Wielding Investigative Team to scrutinize, analyze, and categorize.
After securing the perimeter against inquisitive and possibly dangerous seniors, the team advanced upon the object, moving from tree to tree for concealment. At last Team Member Alpha broke cover and ran towards the target, photographing on the run as the other team members covered him.
Could this graceful object have been cast in the McCullough foundry? If so, perhaps it was touched by William L. himself. Or imagine Allie bringing William L. his lunch, walking just across Michigan Ave. to the foundry.
Perhaps she admired the cast urn, or even ran a finger along the curling scrolls, as, in an unguarded moment, the Investigative Team did today, quiet and mesmerized.






