While packing for the move, I have been trying to also clean all the crap out of my house. I have all of my family's items trapped into the smallest effing house in the world. I have thrown out many, many things which I am sure will leave me in the deepest pit of hell when I die because the item was likely vitally important to someone who didn't bother to take it with them. Like the collection of shoe laces. And the container of miscellaneous keys.
In rare instances, I have found a little treasure. Today was one of those days. In a pile of old agriculture magazines, I found these:
Once in awhile, keeping crap you never look at comes in handy. I'm selling these bad boys to the highest bidder and I'm spending the money on hookers and blow.