Broken old baseball card holders. "I can use them someday," I've said a million times about a million things. See ya.
This book... Was given to the staff at the last newspaper I worked at. It's the same old b.s. packaged again and sold as innovative. The solution ended up being layoffs, of which I was one. Sinking ships are interesting.... Continue Reading →
I have a lot of cups. Most are old. This one... From Mardi Gras 2010, is among the young. I looked at it just now and thought just one thing... "Get outta my dreams..." Which made me feel old as... Continue Reading →
A "Kum & Go" plastic coffee mug. I first stumbled upon a Kum & Go when driving cross country with Adriana. Years later, the store was mythical in stories. Not much Googling at that point. Then, as with much of... Continue Reading →
Purged via Craigslist today... the already mentioned suitcase, a cat carrier, 60s side chair, small Weber grill, small cooler, Wagner power roller, and a 2 1/4 ton hydraulic floor jack. One family came and took it all after just 15... Continue Reading →
Good lord. Two empty bottles of Shiner Bock. The former drink of choice and depression. And a Mardi Gras string of Saints themed footballs. The stuff. It can own ya. It can consume ya. It can drag you down. And... Continue Reading →
A pair of Mardi Gras glasses and a Busch Gardens lanyard. Why do I keep so much stuff? Or, why did I? Gone now.
Life happened, but the purge isn't deterred. First... A cool old Pringles can. When I bought it for a quarter in a thrift store years ago, it had cool old tennis balls inside. Izzy long ago got a hold of... Continue Reading →
I tend to hold on to magazines. Read, unread, half read, never gonna get read. This pile will be tossed today. It's especially hard because these are mostly New Orleans mags. I never want to stop learning about the place... Continue Reading →
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