25 November 2011
No one can say that we haven't tried our darnedest to find it. Nearly every wall in the house has been taken down or otherwise modified. Nothing more than old cellulose tumbled down with the plaster. That and a steak knife but that's another story.
All of that changed when I decided to paint the door between the kitchen and the back porch. The door handle needed some attention so I removed it and began smearing the door with a thick, neutral ivory. Halfway down the door, I sat on an empty bucket and came face to face with the dirty door knob gap.