I was cleaning out a corner in what has been my home office for the last 25 years. To make a long story short there's an L-shaped desk with a spot for the old CRT monitor in the corner. I've kept a pile of misc. books there for the last 10 years since I had a CRT monitor. The desk goes all the way to floor and leaves an approx. 3/4 in. space between the wall and the desk. I recently had to move the desk and (yuck) actually clean something.
The 3/4" time-capsule space yielded nothing but a few paper clips, rotted rubber bands, a couple of old pencils...and one orange topo-sized field book. This didn't surprise me because the field books are six feet up on the wall from there on a shelf.
I flipped through it and realized it was a book a crew had grabbed for recording their time and gas purchases. It was full or time and mileage except for a bench loop labeled "89th. St." and nothing else.
I started to put it up with the rest of the books but then thought there was absolutely nothing in the book that I need. I did the unthinkable and tossed it in the trash can.
Tuesday I will probably get a phone call asking about some BM info on 89th. St., where ever that was at.... 😉
