Every once in awhile my brother gets a wild hair and throws out stuff. Sooner or later there will be nothing left of Mom's at his house. Anyway several weeks ago he was having one of those days. He went to throw out this box of heated curlers and I asked if I could have them. Yup. Well I kept forgetting to take the box home. This weekend I finally remembered. It made it to my car and then it made it to my porch. I didn't think anything beyond that.
So Dave asks me who dropped off the box of pictures. I tell him I have no clue to what he is talking about. He brings in the curler box. It didn't have curlers in it. It was filled with pictures. It was kind of fun going through it. We knew who most of the people were, but there were a few that stumped us. Just joyful looking at them. I have no idea how the pictures ended up in the box, but I'm glad it didn't get thrown out.
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