Cabin-bound by January’s “blizzard” came upon following stash put away for me over the years by spouse for “safekeeping,” though from what I know not:

Brownie Hawkeye 620 camera, Christmas 1955; Sunday School perfect attendance certificate, really, 1956; Tape-wrapped baseball, last in play Nichols Field, Gay Road, summer 1956; Baseballs signed by members of youth teams coached over years. Those “kids” now 30s-50s; Grandfather’s WW1 dress uniform hat; First glasses, 1958; Italian cuff links gifted by globe-trotting aunt (courtesy U.S. Army), 1959 (remember French cuffs?); Micro-cassette recorder; Passport (since replaced because it was “lost”); Press credentials, U.N. General Assembly, Sept. 1984, 1985; First cellphone purchased; Pulitzer medallion; Bruin 1962 (gosh they’re all young); Class ring; Slip of paper with phone number on it (a story best left unwritten); “Baby” book carefully compiled by late mother for 20 years, entrusted to me at age 22; “It’s a boy” baby gown, held on to by same until my first child born; First pay stub newspaper job, $82.50 weekly, November 1967; Last pay direct deposit statement newspaper job, January 2017;

Can hear many voices in that same cabinet. Best close it.