This sweet little copy of our publication tried to take a trip to Nova Scotia. The address it was going to was no longer available. Sad little Focal Point ran into some sort of trouble along the way. What's strangest about this is that the liquid weirdness it got into has no odor, yet managed to cement the pages together. It is more like a solid piece of cardbord now than an actual publication. When I whack it on the table, it sounds like I'm striking my desk with something hard and plastic. It's really nuts.