Bag
An old bag sits in the boot (American: trunk) of my silver South Korean car (Clint) . I do not use it for shopping. It just sits there with an assortment of stuff in it. Sometimes I bring it in the house when I need the boot space but mostly it just remains there from week to week, season to season. To tell you the truth, I had never given that bag a moment's thought until the day before yesterday. Then I chuckled to myself, "What the hell is in that bag anyway?" I remember a black and white TV moment from my childhood when a boy was asked to empty the contents of his pockets. It seemed as though the items in his pockets would speak of him - reflecting his character and interests. As I recall, the items included three or four low denomination coins, a barley sugar sweet still wrapped, a rubber band, a short length of string, a found military button and a white mouse (living). Today I brought my bag out of the car to examine the contents and I took four photograph...