Over the past week, we have been sifting through boxes in our basement. Many of these contain “memories” from childhood, high school, and university years.
Here are a few sweet treasures we found tonight:
First Championship
I can still remember carrying trophy around the ice. My Mom says we looked like skating bobbleheads. This patch was given to sew on to a hockey coat that I never owned.
My WWF Crew
Oh, the hours of fun that these, along with a mix of G.I. Joe’s, A-Team, and bargain shop brutes provided, in the home-made wresting ring that my dad constructed way-back-when!
Mizpah
Still in regular contact with 4/5 of this Western Christian “super group”, I am personally stunned (do I mean “offended”?) that these tracks cannot be had on iTunes. BUT they can be had in my basement… if you still own a cassette player.
Any classics that you’ve discovered during past bouts of spring cleaning?



Some of you know that we run an approved mental health home. This involves living with and caring for four adults who need a little extra structure and guidance to keep their lives running smoothly. When I say it that way, I think that I could stand to move in on most days.