Like any young buck of my generation I spent hours pretending I was Encyclopedia Brown, poking around my yard for mysteries to solve, none of which ever appeared. Or, rather, that I fucking noticed. Looking back, I'd love to know how many cases in the book I'd smugly solved on my own before turning to the back to see the answer; right now I'm guessing that number is "0", although to be fair I can only put the odds of that being correct as being somewhere between 98-100%, so.
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but did you ever create a time capsule out of a coffee can and bury it in your backyard?
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