John

Years ago I was visiting my Uncle John in Palo Alto. I knew he lived across the street from a park and I wanted to leave something behind so I carved this out of an eraser. When I scouted the park I realized how busy it was and I never found a suitable hiding spot. So I ended up bringing it home and forgetting about it for a while. A couple of years later, I was at this beautiful park watching a cross country meet where the kids ran right past the bathrooms on their way up a tough incline. It seemed like an appropriate spot.