Today I tackled boxes I'd been dreading. Some of the boxes were in a creepy corner and underneath a big sheet of burnt metal. (Don't ask me what it is or why it's there.) Messing with the metal seemed risky for a lot of reasons, one of which is the large number of years it's been since I had a tetanus shot. I dragged out as many boxes as I could without injuring myself.
One of the boxes was a gold mine. It appeared to be the contents of a desk. It was mostly personal stuff - 50-year-old newspaper clippings and such, but in it was also one of the old lost files I was asked to find. It also contained photographs of a still-busting. As in moonshine. No clue where it happened, and not even a date on the photographs, but based on the clothing and vehicle styles, I'd guess it happened in the early 70's. I could've dug around in that box for hours, but it wasn't the kind of stuff I needed, so I moved on.
But I set that box aside for another day. ;)
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