Death of a Torchiere

It was probably about 25 years ago. I had returned to school to get my MBA at Fresno State’s Craig School of Business. I was doing what they call burning a candle at both ends, working full-time, going to classes in the evenings and studying late at night and early in the mornings.

My favorite place to read and study was in the corner of our sectional sofa in the living room. The only problem was that the lighting was not good there.

So, I told David what I needed was one of those arc floor lamps. I could just visualize myself sitting in the corner with plenty of light coming down from about a half-dozen bulbs in that arc lamp.