By the way I have found some fun things in those boxes. I told my daughter the job is a combination museum visit, Christmas, and dump picking.

I found my script and blocking notes for Jesus Christ Superstar.

I found a number of old set lists for Roll & Go performances.

I found books I'd forgotten I owned.

I found books I'd borrowed and forgotten to return.

I found dust and soot and cobwebs, and other little insects.

And now my carport looks like someone emptied a library from a dump truck.

Sigh, I need more boxes...