"What’s in the bag?" I wondered. While ambling down the street on a recent Friday night, I walked past the local branch of a fairly well-known bank. This particular branch has one of those double door entries. Good for keeping the cold wind out and also, I suppose...
There’s an elephant in the room. His name is Trunk, but we call him Paper. He gets into everything. We don’t know where to put him. Yet strangely, sometimes when we need him, we can’t find him. You’d think it would be hard to hide an elephant, but we lose him a lot. Not...