* My old rock albums, especially Abbey Road
* My undergraduate term papers
* The remote control to the upstairs TV. (I have extra remotes that don't appear to go to anything. Wanna trade?)
* The keyless remote for the Ford Explorer. (Do you see a theme emerging?)
* Memorabilia from my honeymoon and my trip to Rome in 1975
* Newspapers and/or news magazines covering key historical events, especially 9/11 and the Tigers' World Series wins
* The kids' baptismal stoles
* Those beautiful matched beach towels that disappeared somewhere between the last and next-to-last house that we owned
*Elizabeth Lada's e-mail address
Now, here are the things I'm delighted that are no longer accompanying me on life's journey:
* The poster of Superman breaking out of Kryptonite chains given me as a gift by the first guy who ever asked me out in high school
* The red Datsun station wagon with fenders so rusty that they'd vibrate when I got going over about 45 mph
* My fear that I'll be 'found out' somehow, and no one will ever like me again
* My copy of the Book of Lists
* A lustful desire to buy Tupperware
* Any teenaged resentments toward my parents
* The vividness of the memories of the 2 or 3 most embarrassing things that have ever happened to me
* The brown flowered wallpaper formerly in my kitchen
* The inability to put down an interesting book
