For some reason both of these things remind me of fall. Fall feels old, even though it is newly upon us.
A few recent finds. The first is a scrap of newspaper found underneath the carpet of the house I grew up in. We are guessing it is about forty years old based on the fact that green beans were 28 cents and Gladys Knight was 29. (Two very trustworthy things to base dates on mind you.) The second was a hidden stairway we spied with a neglected statue.