Where does all this crap come from? I'm doing some pre-spring spring cleaning, and I don't think I've ever thrown anything out. Ever. There's stuff here from previous lifetimes. Why the hell would I keep Haynes repair manuals for an '84 Suburu and an '89 Nissan, neither of which I've had for at least 7 years? "Well, gee, Dead Acorn," I must have said to myself, "you can't rule out the possibility of owning another exact year and model of one of those! Think how silly you'll feel having to buy another manual!" Yesterday I threw out a 4-prong 220 volt cable for a dryer hookup. I think it was from the days when the country was still deciding on AC or DC as a national standard. Whisky. Tango. Foxtrot.
Sometimes it pays off, as when the Live Acorn asked the other day if I had any plaid flannel shirts. "Well, duh!" I said, congratulating myself on my perserverence in hauling those early 80s fashion staples around for well-nigh a quarter century.
But mostly I just keep crap. Good thing I make up for it by throwing really important stuff away first chance I get.
I saw a Haynes manual for bikes the other day. I think they make one to fix almost anything.
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