Tonight I opened the “domestic box”; the box in which I packed away all the books, pamphlets, souvenirs and such that I collected on the road trip last year. Thankfully, I’d had the foresight to organize it a bit when I was laying over in Sacramento between road trip and the international leg, so everything is neatly in chronological order, rubber-banded into little stacks.
In one corner of the box I found a small white paper bag, a few inches square and about an inch thick. I picked it up and was surprised how heavy it was for such a small package, and wondered what on Earth could be inside. Unfolding the top, I reached inside and pulled out a small stack of magnets. Read More…


