This morning I bought a used notebook at salvation army  – it appeared to be in almost new condition and had excellent textured paper that I planned on using for letters.

I didn’t realize until I opened it to use it that there were notes in the front pages…but only one or two notes per page.

I like to try and imaging the individual who once had the notebook…and decided to toss it away after only filling five pages.


“It’s Saturday on a laundry night.”

“I wish I could live in pictures

and that girls would stop being crazy

and that we could rock

all day long.”