I, Kea

I make my first trip to the big box since becoming a homeowner.

I pity the 31st Century archeologist who comes across this at the tip.

I used to go to Ikea regularly in New York. The one in Redhook. I would hike the shoppable miles with the woman who would become my wife, picking up clothes hangers, cups, bedding and other nick-knacks to adorn our rente…