Occasionally, a blogger will have a post in which he or she finds an old box with some cards or other memorabilia that they forgot about and decide to share the find with the blogosphere. I love those posts. It's always cool to find forgotten treasures.
As I have mentioned before, I live in a small, one-bedroom apartment, so space is limited. In my laundry closet, I have a few boxes. Tonight, I decided to go through them because I am going to try to take some of my stuff home to my parents storage shed so that I can free up a four or five of the 800 square feet in my place.
When I opened the third box, I found some treasures! I decided to share, but not all of them are related to baseball, so bear with me here.
First up, the campus directory from my first (and true) alma mater, Mount Marty College in Yankton, South Dakota. Yes, South Dakota. I loved that place - I still do. However, I posted the campus directory because of the picture in the lower-left corner. Here, let's get a closer look:
Why do I care about this? Well, this image is of my roommate (on the left). It should be me! He's sitting at my desk, underneath my loft. That's my stereo, my computer, and my books! Being in South Dakota, there weren't a lot of people who weren't white. So I guess they decided they wanted a shot that was a little more...diverse. Oh well, what are ya gonna do.
Next up, an image of my extremely poor hand writing! But wait, it's two-sided:
While working on my Master's degree, I was "fortunate" enough to intern in D.C. for my congressman. I don't have a lot of good memories from that time, but one thing I did enjoy was giving constituents tours of the Capitol building. These were my notes on the art in the rotunda. I remember taking them on my first day, and I didn't think there would be any way that I would remember all of that stuff; however, by the end of the first week, I knew it all by heart.
Probably the best of these memories came on my last official day as an intern. Even though you are just an intern, you get credentialed as a government employee. As such, myself and the other intern in my office waited until the doors were closed to the public and tours were done for the day. We went into the rotunda and sat on one of the benches and just took it all in, embracing the history and importance of the building we were in. It was incredible, and I will never forget that day.
Okay, moving on!
I've only been to Vegas once, and I went with my now ex-girlfriend. She said she wanted to see a burlesque show, and I was certain that her request was a trap. I refused to buy tickets. So she did. It was a cool show in an iconic (and dirty) casino.
I found this ticket in a stack of others. I'm kind of a ticket hoarder. I love them. I've got stacks of them squirreled away back at my parents place. But I also found one in my box. The burlesque ticket was on top, followed by a handful of Rangers tickets.
Let's take a look:
I could talk a lot about each one of these (except the last one - I really don't remember it). After showing the Matt Harrison tickets last night and then finding these, I think I am going to devote a page to ticket stubs! Hey, a new collection! Exactly what I needed!
Well, thanks for humoring me as I took you on a lovely stroll down memory lane! I hope you are well, and thanks for reading!