We stared at it endlessly. It came up in conversations at breakfast, dinner, at the Cannonball Saloon. We mused: where did the stray wind actually blowen that garbage container? Did anyone actually call at the sixplex? What is the sixplex?

To us, this note is beautiful. It's one of the most evocative, telling, and funny bits of everyday poetry we've ever seen. The fact that it's so ordinary, yet so important to someone, represents in some sense, what our production company is all about.

We eventually tracked down the author. As we sat in front of the Regent post office our last day in town trying to figure out how to steal the sign without anyone in the cafe noticing, Joe J. Matasovsky wandered up, carefully took the note from the board, folded it and placed it in his breast pocket. He went in to pick up his mail -- and on the way out, we asked him about the note.

He told us the story ... and let us take the note home. We had it framed, where it now hangs in our living room.