While pulling out of the garage, Murray points out an abandonned CD in the alley. “Great,” I note, “I haven’t see one in a while. I’ll take a pic later today.” Thankfully, it is totally worthless and so it is still there in the evening. I find the CD on a window ledge, busted up, as usual. The problem is that when I turn it over, it is atcually a manufactured CD of WordPerfect for some ancient operating system. So does this count? I mean, the same questions remain – the how’s and who’s and why’s – but missing are the what’s: What’s on this CD? Well, outdated software. And that’s dead boring.