Five things I discovered in my purse.

1. A ticket to the Tracy Emin show from 2008.

2. A bullet casing given to me by a cowboy after a shootout in the Grand Ole Opry.

3. A large sewing needle.

4. Ruth's dads obitury from the Herald.

5. A piece of paper from a company I don't recognise with writing on the back I don't recognise and a lust of words that mean nothing to me. Not a single thing.