As many of you know, I have been culling the herd, as it were, of my baseball books. I’ve tried selling them to the local used book store; giving them away to the local library (even dropping off a box in the dead of the night so they couldn’t refuse me); donating to the Yogi Berra Museum and a nearby Jewish Day School. With all the options exhausted, and sadly out of desperation, I was left with little choice than to leave them in a box on the street, in the hopes that someone might take them before the garbage trucks came along. That still leave me with a virtual ton.
I ventured into the attic today, just to see what was what. I tried to box up a few, but almost every time I picked up something, I said, “I can’t get rid of this” for one reason or another. Organizer professionals say if something doesn’t give you joy, you should get rid of it. But so many of these things do give me joy, whether it’s a memory of when and where I got it or some other bit of nostalgia. Needless to say, it’s going to be a slow process as I mull things over.
So from time to time I’m going to try to rationalize those decisions by posting about them as entered on Artifacts, an app that, according to the site, “make[s] it easy to capture the meaning of any object in a private collection, freeing you to decide what’s next: share, store, preserve, insure, sell, donate?”
First up, The Bobby Richardson Story. 
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