How a set of dentures ended up on the road, I cannot guess. That’s what I found recently when I was taking my daily walk around the neighborhood. During my walks, I’m always on the lookout for interesting things to add to my collection of tsotchkes. As you can see, some of them end up as part of my plaster junk pieces. But the dentures? Tempting to bring them back to the studio, but I left them behind, as I imagined a toothless neighbor frantically searching for them.