I was going through a lot of files and papers and cabinets and such not too long ago. While rummaging, I found some old stories and drawings that I had done. It was like finding a bit of treasure. In fact, finding things you had once worked on so hard is truly a great experience, unless the things you did were horrible. Then it would have been better to find some cash or bacon.
Wednesday is here, and with it comes the Festival of Meats. I’m not sure if that’s real, but I’ll be looking for it for the rest of the day. I could go for some meats.