This is sort of the way my life goes. After several weeks of working out the details, I'm having my furnace replaced with a heat pump system -- and (I hope) solving a matter of not having a second-floor air-return-vent thingy as part of the house's heating-and-cooling system. What this all means is that, in the quest for the greater good, I have to Move Things About. Again.

But the "again" part isn't as repetitious as some Moving Things About events have been. I discovered (as I unstacked boxes from the tops of other boxes) that some of the Things haven't been moved for years. And a few of the file drawers have quietly contained nice surprises, lurking there in wait for the Christmas-morning feeling of the "Wow! I didn't know I had that!" treat.

One item that awaited rediscovery was a Steve Canyon scrapbook. Don and I didn't make it; my guess is that we bought it from a second-hand dealer somewhere -- maybe even in a Salvation Army Store find. After all this time, I have no idea. While the strips have long since been reprinted, their previous owner included some tangential material -- and I haven't seen this particular clipping elsewhere.

Here, then, for your entertainment and edification: