A neighbor brought mother some food using a brown paper bag from Central Market. I like the bag so I thought I’d share. This is printed on the side in large lettering.

I am a brown paper bag. More than likely, I’ll end up under your kitchen sink with a few of my  friends. I might get cut up and wrapped around an old textbook, or just stuck under something messy. It would be nice if someone made me into a kite. I’d like to be a kite. But whatever happens, I will never forget the day I carried groceries home from Central Market.