Bet you can’t guess what is in this box.
Hint: my great-grandfather was a union enforcer.
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Month: May 2015
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In a word, why?
I know I own the magazines because I attempted to peddle them second-hand to pay for Governors’ School in 1988. I know I bought the condoms out of the vending machine in the toilets at the Port Orchard bowling alley in 1986. But why exactly do I still have these items in my possession, and why did I just pay to ship it all across the country?
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The sheer volume of ephemera in the boxes is sufficiently overwhelming, but the particulars are enough to drive me insane. For instance: apparently I still own some tights manufactured in an era before SKU and sold in a store that vanished decades ago. WTF.
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My worldly goods (and the chattel discarded by generations of a large extended immigrant family) arrived safe and sound. Now, to unpack it all…
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Sunrise at JFK
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Of the many things to love about Sea-Tac Airport, this is my favorite: manual flush toilets.
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They’re just decorative now apparently.
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I was in the Northwest for the first cherries of the season! Oh, how I adore fresh Northwest cherries… I would (and did, and do) pay a small fortune for these babies when I am in Europe.
