A Cabinet of Curiosities

Apologia
 
  I have too much stuff.

I realize this is a character flaw, but it's not as bad as some of  the others I have and I'm trying to correct those first. So the stuff remains. I can't bring myself to throw out my radio air checks from 1977 -- there could be an interview in there someplace that might be useful someday (although I did pose some of the stupidest questions ever, including asking vibrophonist Milt Jackson of the Modern Jazz Quartet if improvisation was important in jazz. He actually gave a thoughtful answer as opposed to snorting and walking away, but he was probably just being kind to a kid).


The Modern Jazz Quartet

I also have shelves filled with books, as well as books in boxes and stacks of books that make the attic look like the Manhattan skyline. I've read a lot of them and plan to read the rest someday, so obviously I can't get rid of those.
                                 
 Then there are the "Power of the Press" Matchbox vans and the old radio ads from the 1940's and the Victrolas and the Tibetan tsaklis and the thing that may or may not be a genuine Egyptian shabti
figure which I'll almost certainly need in the afterlife.



a tsakli



a shabti



A great photo from The National Archives: Nixon inspects Elvis's cufflinks

AUDIO: Sam visits the National Archives, which has even MORE stuff than he does!

So, I have lots of stuff, some of which I'll store in Cyberspace where, I'm told, there's lots of room.

Until I fill it completely with stuff, more of which can be found on the following pages.