I spent part of my afternoon rummaging through my old stuff looking for the framed drawing my uncle made for me when I was little. It was copied from this album cover, and the drawing used to hang behind the door in my room. People thought the girl in the picture was me, which of course wasn't. But for the life of me, I can't find where the drawing ended up. I moved several units down a couple of months ago from our old house, and lots of stuff got moved and thrown away. And it might have included that portrait. Bah. Had it happened when I was in grade school, or early high school, I might have been bawling now. It's a bummer though.