Cleaning out the cellar, I found a box of complete financial records, 1984 – 1988. Packed away when I left Massachusetts and never touched again. Taxes, car registrations (my beloved Daytona!), apartment rent, BBS telephone bills, Navy discharge paperwork, identity theft, divorce paperwork, custody battle, paycheck stubs, Sears Roebuck (!) bills. And nearly every page has my full SSN on it. I’m planning a week of sitting in front of the shredder, an hour a day… Great nostalgia, sweet melancholy.
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