My eyes catch the brilliant blue coat and the crutches. The man in the blue coat is steadying the woman on crutches. I wonder why a woman on crutches is in the icy snow. “There it is.” I hear Hannah say. I’m lost in my own thoughts about the hazards of crutches and icy snow. “It’s pretty unassuming.” Hannah says as she pulls into a parking lot. I exit my own thoughts and crane my neck around and look up. “Ohhh. That’s it!” “Want to get out and take a closer look?” “Of course! We’ve come this far. I need to get up close and personal with Burlington’s claim to fame.”
We exit the car and bundle ourselves up. Well, I bundle myself, Hannah being a part time Vermonter doesn’t think much of the cold, these days. We cross the parking lot and traipse over the icy snow and I find myself standing on a concrete slab that holds the World’s Tallest Filing Cabinet. I touch it. I examine the stickers that visitors have slapped on. Then, I lean back and look way up. There, against a brilliant blue sky, I see the top. The tippy top of the top most file cabinet. “Want me to take your picture?” “Of course!” Hannah steps back and snags a pic of me and the tower of metal. She scoots on the icy snow and stands beside me. “Look down, Mom.” I follow her command and she snags another pic. This one of the three of us – Little Ole Me, my daughter, Burlington’s Best Tour Guide, and The World’s Tallest Filing Cabinet.