March 24, 1999

I bought a plaid suit, a broken lamp with the most outrageously tall lampshade I’ve ever seen, a wool bathrobe, an old photograph of a train in Alaska, a bright yellow metal kleenex box cover, a wastepaper basket, and a silk tie. They wouldn’t sell me the cardboard reproduction of the oil painting of the big-eyed little girl playing the ukelele because there was no price tag on it.