Count sideways.
Well, great day in the morning... I was wondering where I left that freaking thing. Who might have thought it would turn up in the rock garden? What's next, eh? (Well, the next thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire...) I don't have to tell you - when you start packing your bags for an extended trip beyond the bounds of our solar system, that is when things start turning up... things you haven't seen for months, maybe years. Just yesterday I found a pair of sneakers I'd misplaced during last year's election. The day before that, Matt stumbled across the remains of his first kazoo (the one he'd used to record the theme from our never-completed sci-fi epic, "Destination: Space"). John has been turning up all sorts of remnants of past lives, such as an ancient banjo labeled simply "The Gibson". And I'd rather not get into what Mitch Macaphee has been dragging out of the depths of his makeshift studio in the old forge room of the Cheney ...