I lost my souvenir. You know, the New England Oyster Cracker wrapper that I tucked inside my book to remember my trip to Cheddar's restaurant. Last night, I sat on my front porch with a cigar and my book and the souvenir that I had placed inside it for safe-keeping must have blown away. It was quite windy. I did not see it happen, but I can picture it now, or a drawing of it anyway, flitting away in the wind, among the leaves and dirt. I can spiral-shaped motion-lines drawn around it as it skitters away down the sidewalk. I'll probably never be able to eat at Cheddar's again.