The lost and found, always a story to tell. (Sabrina Zabatiero/AQ) Beside the glass door of the J.B. O’Keefe Centre lies a plain old box. Nothing out of the ordinary, just old and simple. I never noticed it until its particular smell reached me. That simple old box was the lost and found. One of them, since there are two across campus. This one is deemed for sneakers only. Filled to the brim with old rubber sneakers, old, hardly white laces, broken leather loafers. All giv