Backstory: we're decluttering. Currently that means slogging through the boxes of paper that breed in the basement. I pulled out one manilla envelope from one box, and have spent the last half hour reliving my junior year of high school.
In said envelope, in no particular order:
-several brochures for Disneyland, Knott's Berry Farm, and Universal Studios
-cards from my Confirmation
-paraphernalia from World Youth Day '93
-evaluations from a Bach Festival I played in
-notes from a talk given by Alice von Hildebrand
-a bag of prehistoric shark teeth
-an itinerary for a trip to Disneyland printed out on a dot matrix printer (it has your handwriting on it, Rie)
-math flash cards from 3rd grade
-a program from the June 7, 1992 piano recital at the Studio of Mary Feyk (we played all the "I Haven't Practiced" songs by Paul Sheftel -- remember those, Dave and Joe?)
-a ticket for a 1992 Pirates vs. Cubs game at Three Rivers Stadium
People, there are many, many more envelopes like these, lurking in the basement. And in my closet, too. My only thought looking at them is, holy carp, I'm an obsessive packrat! Why, WHY, did I keep all these things? And secondly, why did I pay real live American dollars to ship them all out here??
