I vaguely remember a world before chalkboard paint.
It’s kind of hazy, but I’m pretty sure it co-incided with phones that had rotary dials and clock radios with numbers that flipped.
I can’t pin point an exact date when I discovered it, but I think it all started with this 40-pane window that we rescued from the trash and drove down the back roads to our house.
When I saw it in the trash, it called my name and told me it was a calendar in disguise.
I speak trash, so I understood perfectly.Continue reading