Helping my parents clean out their house has wielded a number of amazing treasures – old school things, funny photos, and good stories…but it has also shown me that MY MOTHER DOESN’T THROW ANY SHIT AWAY EVER and some of that stuff should probably just go to the Smithsonian at this point. Like my Mother’s old Motorola StarTac phone, which, during its reign, was the shit. It’s still pretty amazing actually. I remember trying to call a boy I was dating on mine, but the screen was so hard to read, I couldn’t tell if it was his number or not. The relationship didn’t last. Coincidence? Not in the slightest.