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I’m flying out to the West Coast to visit a friend this weekend, but part of this trip is also to clean out my portion of a storage unit and have what I’m not throwing away shipped back with me. I’ve asked my buddy out there (repeatedly) to take a few digital snapshots of the stuff to help me pre-sort it, but that hasn’t happened (thanks, Ed… you’re buying the first round). My ulterior motive for the request, however, was that I can’t seem to remember too much of what is actually there.

A lot of teens graduating high school can’t see past their senior year, and up until I joined the Navy, I only had a thought as to what I wanted to do with my life and neither the focus nor ambition to move in that direction. I believe I was 22 when I enlisted, 23 by the time I got there, and after traveling the world, enduring the rise and fall of an infamous ISP, and getting married then divorced, it has been almost half my life since looking through all the things I thought were important to me back then… my “half-life,” if you will.

I know there are books in there I want to keep and hope aren’t damaged. I also remembered my original Worlds of Wonder “Lazer Tag” equipment is there, too, with the old-fashioned toy guns that didn’t have the mandatory orange tips (no taking those on the plane). Everything else is a mystery lying in wait, but at the time it was the cumulative worldly possessions of a college dropout with only a hunch that a stint in the military might do him some good.

To be continued…