“You really need to keep me!” said the old box covered with spider webs and dust. I stood in the middle of a garage full of old boxes covered with spider webs and dust and they all seemed to beseech me to keep them. But in the hard light of day, I had to interrogate them all. “You there” I commanded, “yes, you, full of old paint cans that have been around since the Carter administration, what can you possibly do to make my life easier?” Of course, old dried up paint cans can’t talk so off to the... Sign in to see full entry.