Here’s a sad little find:
Walking over the Aurora bridge from Queen Anne to Fremont, I found a picture of a young boy with the film flaking away from the source. It seemed so ashes-to-ashes forgotten, I picked it up and continued my trails over the pedestrian overpass. About twenty feet further, I found another photo, apparently of the same boy:
The fortune cookie diagonally criss-crossing the boy like a beauty contest sash disturbed me, but the real mystery revealed itself when I peeled away the business card adhesed to the back of the grade-school portrait and saw this:
