When I was a younger man I kept all sorts of odds-and-ends stored in boxes.
Old motors, resistors, capacitors, nuts, bolts, washers, wire string, unique items that I sometimes had no clue as to what it once was; but it all went into my boxes.
This was the reason that when I was 13 years old and my family moved I was required to carry all my own boxes. My dad told me that if I wanted all that junk I had to move it.
I have gotten a little better over the years.
One big help was that when I moved to St. Louis I had a 2001 Chevy Cavalier and could only take what I could fit in the car. That cut down my collection considerably, but it did not change my tendency toward reusing an item rather than discarding it.
Fast forward to the house on Stone Street.
