Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

flies, their colorful feathers faded to dull grays and yellows.

Beneath a tin of steel hooks, I found a small stack of index cards wrapped in a rubber band that had dried and snapped.

Most of them were old addresses and phone numbers written in Arthur’s neat, draftsman’s hand.

Then I saw a blue paint formula card from the local hardware store.