The Inspiration: A story: It’s a tiny, dead-end space within the warren of the packed-to-the-rafters antique store. Steve proudly holds out a box, a faded-pink camera within. “A Polaroid!” Kristy sniffs, “And film?” Grinning, he produces a cartridge, loads it. The camera suddenly whirs to life, spits out a dozen pictures and dies. The first image startles Kristy, “That’s us when we first walked in!” “This one’s me, by the