This coffee table of mine has a lot of history. 
My Dad knocked his tooth out during a stage production of Macbeth and the insurance money went to buying this table.
For years we called it “The tooth table”. As a toddler my brother split his lip (it was gory) by tumbling into the corner of the table.
Me? In the 80’s I used to sit in the middle of the table after school and watch Donahue and Oprah.
When my Dad gave the table to me – the first thing I did was sit in the middle of it and watch Oprah 