I’m not a white glove wielding neat freak by any means, but I really don’t dig clutter and disorganization. That’s why this morning, I spent a couple of hours tidying up our basement. A space which has become a bit of a catchall room.
While in the midst of my organizing jag, I couldn’t help going through the bin that houses an assortment of gadgets and electronics, from an old Walkman to a handful of floppy discs, a few old Bell Atlantic (Verizon Wireless long before ‘can you hear me now’) cell phones and pagers and a couple of cameras that used what was called back in the day ‘film’.
Odds are, whatever data is on those floppies will never see the light of day and it’s not likely that I’ll pop my old Voices cassette into the Walkman and don a pair of neon legwarmers for a workout tomorrow morning.
Still, I don’t know why I can’t part with these examples of modern technology from a day long past.
I don’t expect to get a call from Sotheby’s interested in my old gear for an auction of obsolete technology. But if they do, these relics are packed and ready to go – except for my old camera. (I think she’s on the Web now trying to find someone in Atlanta who sells Polaroid film!)