Matt was the best adventure partner, ever. He was game to do whatever I wanted, and pushed me to do things I didn't think I could; like walk along ledges of immense drops. One afternoon, after a glorious ride down the Erie Canal, we went exploring in a sleepy village. This vintage car graveyard was by far the most interesting find.
My inherited appreciation for cars and all-things vintage aside, my mind always hits overdrive when I think about who would have thought to keep these cars around for 50+ years? Where does the line lie between Historian and Pack-Rat? What's the science behind designating something valuable after a time? Is it, actually, secretly, subjective to the source and whether or not they can convince their audience?
I'm my own historian. I keep the things that are sentimental to me. Most of them are completely meaningless to anyone else. I always mourn a bit when I discard something that suddenly loses meaning to me, or needs to be expelled in order for me to keep going. After all, we're built to strive for the future, not fester in the past.