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The stuff, Day 20

Put these on today, and...Came to find out the elastic is shot. If memory serves me well, I've had them since I lived in Arizona. That means they've seen a lot. Sentiment says "Keep!" But my brain now says "Goodbye!"... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 19

Digging in an old shoebox full of writings in notepads, all these coasters greeted me. They come mostly from the years 2009-2011, but a couple are before and a couple after. I used them a lot while drinking alone at... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 18

I tend to be good at coaching and mentoring. If you are open to it. In the past, I developed a reputation among folks. Some thought I was a complete ass, others thought I was the bee's knees. And it... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 17

My mom gave me her and dad's old dish set years ago. Part of that growing up thing. I don't use them anymore, they've been wrapped up since I moved to Raleigh from the coast in 2012, so today I... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 16

Digging in an old shoe box, I found a Ziploc bags of stuff that used to populate my refrigerator door. Here are some magnets, mostly Family Guy ones, but a few assorted other ones. Also, a couple of Vamoose bus... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 13

The past is fun, a bore, and a bitch. Three things today, all quite cool and fully useless. A sign stolen from a hotel room. I vaguely remember doing it b/c it was funny at the time. It reminds me... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 11

Here is an Associated Press style book from around 2000-2002.  It's seen a lot. Maybe it will see more. Donating to thrift...

The stuff, Day 11

NASCAR things.  They were my dad's. We went to a couple races when I was a kid in Richmond. I don't remember them at all. These were his. I got them when he died in 2015. They've sat in a... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 10

No tries at history or creativity tonight. Getting rid of some old shorts. Four pair to be exact. Don't wear them anymore and such. No memories attached. See ya next time...

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