In the closet.....
I had a chance to look closely at my office closet. I do that only when I seriously need to find something. But it is amazing what I choose not to look at. I don't look at the printed historical postcards because there are probably 500 of them sitting there. 500 really means 2000, because there are four to a sheet. I used them a lot - until websites and email took over and I stopped sending mail to unknown strangers about how much a property was on the market for, or what it sold for. I don't look at the pads of paper with the company name and my photo. There are probably 50 of those. That means there are 1,250 sheets of those with 18+ year old photos. Much younger. Short brown hair. But I still use them. They make great lists: shopping, things to do, and things-not-to-forget to put on the things-to-do list. They are only for me, and if someone sees them, I crumple them up. I don't look at the stack of Alameda aerial postcards that are so old the runways a