Also in the Breakfast Room (why not continue our deep dive…) were drawers full of crap. Probably every family had/has these. Our crap drawers had a lot of ancient and intriguing stationary supplies: fancy paper for tracing or elegant writing, drafting kits from my engineer dad and grandfather, calligraphy pens/nibs/ink, too many protractors, ugly Christmas cards that you’d never send someone, but never – never – a useful pen that worked. While visiting my parents I saw a certain permanent marker I recognized from childhood. Could it be the exact same one? Odds are pretty good, honestly. Nothing is ever thrown out.

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