Memory Lane

The loft has always been a magical place, not just my current loft, but every loft of every house I have lived in. The first loft I remember seemed at the time like an enormous Aladdin's cave filled with boxes and suitcases. A stack of 78's, photo albums, and clothes from another era. The musty atmosphere of small pockets of time, frozen, awaiting re-discovery. My current loft is a shadow of that magical place of my childhood but still turns up the odd surprise. Today it was a small bag containing the early design of The Dragnet, as well as the original insert for the game which is attached.