Old School...

I don't have a lot of things left from the old days. Most everything I had when I was a kid or even a teenager has either been lost or broken, or both.

Every now and again something will turn up that makes me wonder. "How has this thing made it this long??"

Case in point?






David got this for me, like 15 years ago or something like that. I don't ever remember packing him up when I've moved, or unpacking him when I've gotten to a new place. Today I was folding some laundry and there he was poking his head out of the basket. I think that he is possessed and follows me from place to place. It must have taken him 2 years to make the walk from the last place though.