A moment's paws

When I look at older pictures of family and friends, I find myself peering at the backgrounds:  kitchens, living rooms, bedrooms.  Odd memories are triggered by the sight of long disappeared place-mats or floor tiles.

It occurred to me a few weeks back that there are little details about this apartment building that will vanish from my memory -- unless I do something about it.

So I snapped this photo of the doorstop in the laundry-room downstairs.  There's probably some story about it that I'll never know.