“I’m going to throw out them out!” It was her final threat. My wife had been after me to get rid of those boxes of photographs I had taken over the years…photographs of the kids, places we’ve been, things we’ve done. She was right, of course. We don’t have room anymore, since we moved from the big house to our small apartment. But throw them out? I couldn’t possibly do that without looking at them. They should be sorted and... Read more