Do you see it there, the glove buried under the dirt? You can just make out a few fingers. It’s probably been there an awfully long time. What I like to wonder about sometimes is the notion that somewhere in some factory this glove was formed in a mould machine operated by a factory worker, probably in the U.S. if it was long enough ago, and this glove would have been one of hundreds coming from that machine that day alone. From there it ended up in some warehouse and then some store and finally in the brick factory when it was operational. Who knows how long that glove was worn or how it ended up where it did, but in the end here it is on my blog. Wouldn’t it be funny if the factory worker who produced the glove to begin with came upon my blog, oblivious to the fact that one of his or her creations was underneath all that dirt and grime? Just a thought.