I joke a lot about not wanting to be seen, but that’s not entirely true. I do want people to see me, but I’ve found time after time people would rather just tell me what I am. It leaves me feeling stranded.

Blast From the Past

A few weeks ago my wife and I were cleaning out our storage closet. We worked through the typical flotsam and jetsam which tend to pile up in such spaces without incident. That is, until she held up an object in her hand and said, “What should we do with this?”