Where do you keep your rubber bands? Do you keep them? Or do you just toss them. . . Where do they all come from? At the moment, Marash Girl must have 100 rubber bands on the doorknob, mounded to the edge of the knob so that it's almost impossible to open the door. . . and which door is it?
The door leading to the back hall . . . hey, wait a minute, that's not right! They should be on the cellar door . . . the door with the glass door knob leading from the kitchen to the cellar, the entrance the family always used to enter and leave our house . . . the cellar with the old stove, the pool table, the work bench holding all those unnamable tools (band saw, soldering iron, clamps, for starters) with shelves of nails and screws and tools, with fishing rods and fishing lures, with the doll carriage awaiting repair, and in the back room, the old slate double tub with our first electric washing machine with electric ringer and washboard set up beside it. . .
So where do you keep your rubber bands, or DO you keep them?