Well, over the weekend, I was thinking about the other blog I post to and decided to go to the storage center where I have most of my by non-essential belongings after we downgraded to a small ranch near the town's restaurant/bar district.

I was looking for some of my hard drives, they're probably destroyed by now.  The family doesn't enter the storage unit with the diligence and carefulness that I do.  It's more like their trapped in a fun house and just sort of create a way in and out.   My box separated paths look like overgrown trails in the woods.  Boxes have fallen or are leaning into the way. 

I'm sure I'll find the hard drives smashed, likely stepped on or crushed under the weight of 5 boxes of books that no one will ever again read.  Not that we don't read anymore, we go the e-book route.  Actually boxes like that probably hold my game programs, Tony Grier's "A Raging Bull: Chasing the Big Time" (three copies, I think) and other bovine related matters of print.

Anyway, it is literally dozens, maybe 3 dozen boxes of stuff.  I brought ten boxes back here to the man cave since that is where my desk is. 

I was also looking for a jersey for the chap on our merchandise board that asked about one.  I would estimate I have somewhere between 8-12 jerseys.  My jersey acquisitions really dissipated after I did the Bay Made, Bay Left  foolishness I pulled about 17 years ago.  Man time flies.  I miss home. 

I was already out of town when the Athletics Department started having those yard sales of Bulls gear.  I lament missing those.  All my stuff had to be acquired one at a time from an online site or that rare and usually unscheduled/unannounced auction on the Athletics site.  I still check that routinely, even though they probably haven't listed an auction in five years or more.  I get attached to tabs on the board index too.  I get it.

I've made it sort of ceremonious for myself back here.  I haven't cheated and looked in the boxes, but I do know from the sound they make, there may be no hard drives.  Regardless, it's going to be like opening a pack of baseball cards, I am sure there are things in there I have forgotten about.  It'll be new all over again.  I also have collections of vintage golf gear, but I won't bore you with that.  Those items will be on my vintage golf gear blog launching in summer of '23.

So Box #1 had an awkward, unbalanced feel to it and through the handle slots in the banker's box it seem like it had to be a helmet - a full size one.  I don't have many that I can recall, although in recent auctions I wish I would have picked up some newer ones.  I'm blaming my purchasing slump on the Bulls downturn in football and I'm already paying a fortune for storage.  Add more helmets, add more storage.  As soon as I get relocated it's all coming out for good!  For display.

Well, it was a helmet, and it did come back to me where I got it.  It is a style many Bulls fans (that have been around) reminisce about. @Triple B probably still thinks privately about it when he's alone.  Also, it has the autograph of one of the greatest ever to be associated with the Bulls.  Certainly the greatest person, Lee Roy Selmon.

No sign of hard drives.  So far we can assume they are safe.  But nine and a half boxes to go in this round. 

There's a lot of history on those hard drives and some pretty damaging comments over the 23 years of the sites.  At this rate, I'll be blackmailing some of you when I'm around 87.  They've been boxed up for some time. So, hang on as long as you can.