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Meg Salter's avatar

Yes indeed. Perusing a new friend’s album collection as a way of peering into their soul. Ditto books. Ditto family photo albums. We inherited this impulse from our parents, for whom actual things were expensive. In our time it’s gone digital, ubiquitous. When we downsized a few years ago, I was so glad to get rid of stuff. Travelling the last stretch of road lighter. Can’t take it with you.

The Vertical Dispatch's avatar

Good morning, Meg. Take a look at the update. You will see the dishes. I guess I will have to take them with the U-Haul to the next life, lol. The question remains: Is there a drop-off location I can return the truck to.

Shelley's avatar

Completely relatable .. like you wrote this so I would find it. Ohh the records- my husband thinks someday he will find the time to find a home for them ( he isn’t ready). And the dishes 🤯.. at least now in totes in a corner of the basement. Most family heirloom’ I somehow became the guardian of. But I know they are there and have the memories of which bowl was used for which traditional dish. All the memories the records and dishes in the basement still give us- they can stay there and the next generation can decide.

Shelley's avatar

I’ve wondered for years why I have hundred of books I haven’t read but still value- thank you for telling me- you were spot in with that also

Dave Thaler's avatar

Your speakers wouldn't have been junk if you bought Canadian PSB speakers...

Just aayin', from one audiophile junkie to another.

The Vertical Dispatch's avatar

The price wad right at the brick and they said pay in 1985 or whatever year it was when I bought them and wouldn’t you know it 1985 came and I had to pay it lol