My old files in cardboard boxes. Been in the study since I moved here.
Opened one today feeling like a child at Christmas as I took out old notebooks,
brittle yellow newspaper clippings. Back then, I hand copied entire
pages.
By the rote act of writing they stuck more firmly in my mind than I
believe they would have if I had only placed the originals on copy
machines and pressed a button.
No Xerox machines then. Damned hard to
imagine a world without Xerox machines even for those of us who grew up
before they existed.