Somewhere in Melbourne a little child is mourning the loss of his/her favourite stuffed bear.  Found this in an alley yesterday afternoon and was immediately reminded of when little MBD’s first prized purple bear fell out of our stroller at a TCU pep rally and was never seen again.  These kinds of casualties happen from time to time; fortunately, new teddy bears are born every day around the world and the pain of this loss will fade with time.  (I picked it up and put it in a more conspicuous place in case anyone came looking for it.)