Here I am, "Waiting Again". Seems like I do a lot of that, but usually for the boys. Well, today the Mrs. was at her book club meeting, so now I'm "Waiting for the Girl." Oh, I don't mind, gives me a chance to place a cache.
You are looking for a match stick container, tucked away in a little hole. Not only do I admire the trees growing here, for scraping out an existance through this pavement, I also wonder, "What was the point of that?"