So Abby and I have created a new office in our house, in the otherwise disused formal living room, and we are slowly cleaning out the former office, soon to be a true guestroom. As part of this ongoing effort we are cleaning out the guestroom, especially the great heaps of paper and ephemera that have accumulated over the past five years. Tonight I packed up a big box of college-era memorabilia destined for the basement that included the following treasures of the past:
- set lists from four Superchunk shows
- set lists from my radio show
- transcripts from college and graduate school, including my one F ever
- many party posters and invitations
- freshman facebooks from 1993-1994
- letters (on paper!) from friends studying abroad
- letters from my mentors, mostly full of sage advice, some of which I even took
- photos of Amherst buried in deep snow from the frigid winter of 1993-199
A few things have been deemed too precious for the basement: my school photo IDs from seventh grade through graduate school, a folder full of letters that my father sent my every week (and that included a $20 bill to boot) from 1990-1996 and a set of emails that I printed out years ago that include Abby and I scheduling our first date!
I completed these tasks and then discovered an email from an old lost friend in my inbox. The nostalgia is thick around these parts this week, I tell you.
