I went in search of a bus. Why? Because I needed something to throw Emily under. After learning that I was sadly mistaken about the true culprit behind the hanging of my bear I thought in necessary to show everyone the level of attachment I have with this thing. Observe the image above. If the time stamp is to be believe I am not even 2 years of age, and already the bear is in my possession. The bear has been with me from this time and functioned in many capacities since then. At first simply a stuffed toy, the new thing, and if not for a uncanny attachment disregarded with varies other toys from my childhood. However, I quickly developed a strong connection with the bear. He has lost limbs, made many trips through the washing machine, gone to college, lived everywhere from New Hampshire to Florida, and many places in between. I can see Jake right now as a matter of fact, he is sitting on my dresser, eyes chipped, overalls faded, fur a bit ruffled and not quite as white as it once was, but still in tact and with me. Next time I am visiting a certain sister, I think a blankie may find its way to the top of a flag pole at a local municipal court house. This is course just a prediction of sorts, whose to say what will happen tomorrow.