I really, really, really need to clean out my closet more often. In a box unopened for over thirty years that traveled to Japan and back, I found a pair of disco shoes.
Yep. Old, rotten, falling apart, smelly, ready to be buried and burned pair of disco shoes.
I had about two seconds of happy memories, then called hazardous waste control to come pick them up.
Yeah, I need to clean the closets out more often.
Perhaps in another ten years…