I. YESTERDAY’S LOST TRACES
Five hundred dollars was what it would cost to get my storage out of hock. I used to bitch if I made five hundred dollars in a week. My notebooks were in there. My Dad’s Railroad Time Books, my math library, theological library, language library, art library, literature library, and various other books. There were computers, tools, for computers, my archives, the remnants to my recording studio, cameras, photographs, paintings, and many irreplaceable things. There was the Bible that my grandparent’s gave me. That Bible is the only thing left from my grandparents. My Dad stole the watch that my granddad gave me. My sister and him sold the land that he had inherited. All I have left from my grandparents are influence and memory. My cousins still have their family land and things from our grandparents. There were letters, memorabilia, experiments, and all of the things that one acquires within a lifetime. My grandparent’s bed was in there, my solar panels, clothes, toiletries, some food. My taxes were in there and I desperately need those to settle my tax problem. Everything that was dear to me and everything that I required to get back on my feet was in that storage unit.