Submitted by Huw / Jim (The Moldives / Chicago)

This photo reminds me of a story that gets told around the holidays around ours every year... once upon a time, when I was a wee lad, my father took a 5 pound bag of flour with him to a Saturday morning practice... my mom asked him what he was doing with it, and he said the school's athletic department had run out of chalk for the pitch, so he was subbing it with the flour.