February 28, 2012 § 6 Comments
I handed the estate sale coordinator twenty-one dollars and eighty cents. She handed me a cardboard box, and, as I lugged my 218 photos to the car, I pensively reflected upon the fact that there had been no descendents to claim the pictures. This was followed by a few milliseconds dedicated to silently berating myself for wasting time and money on old pictures of people I didn’t know. But these thoughts were quickly replaced by cheerful and sustained anticipation of sorting through my newly-acquired gold mine of portraits.