In an attempt to get back to my "Monday moment" roots, I want to share with you one of those often looked over but somehow important anyway items in my life.

I only found this domino a few weeks ago in the park.  As soon as I saw it buried in the dirt, I snatched it up, brushed it off and brought it home.  It wasn't until today that I found it again in my coat pocket.

Why is it important to me?   Well first of all, when I one day move away from this neighborhood (Flatbush) I'll never want to forget the guys across the street who played dominoes all day every day in the warmer months.  The sound of them slamming a domino on the table slowly became white noise and now in the colder months it feels weird not having them around...almost too quiet.

There's still groups in the park though, where I found this one. 

The other reason it's important...it gets my imagination going.  Why is there a nail in the middle of it?  I can't help but wonder if someone was cheating by marking it, or maybe they got mad and stuck a nail in the double six ooooor perhaps it was somone's lucky domino and they lost it? 

Who knows, I can make up a zillion reasons...and that's the fun part.