Since my Mom has turned ninety, my brothers and I have been looking in on her more often. I go over every Saturday or two, take her a couple apple fritters, chat, cook her lunch, and spend some time going through the ancient history (family and otherwise) that's in her basement, garage, etc. Usually, I go home with a bunch of trash, recycling, and donations to charity. This week, I found some old lunch boxes from when we were kids. This one still has a piece of masking tape from a yard sale marked 20¢.
