I walked up to the bank to put our marriage certificate (Marriage Certificate!! OMG!) in the safe deposit box. I couldn’t remember my box number but I had the key. Actually, I had two sets of keys, and Greg, the teller, asked me which box I wanted. There’s the one Spouse and I have together, and one I had gotten several years before that, and had forgotten about.
I said I wanted the joint box and wanted to close out the other one. Our joint box has two documents in it. Four now because I aded the certificate and one other paper that needed safe-keeping. I asked Greg to take out the other box for me. When he lifted it out he said, “It’s light.” I heard something sliding, making a plastic clatter as it hit the side of the box, and started to laugh.
“Floppy disks!” I said. I have always been pretty faithful about backing up my computer, and sure enough, here were a handful of disks from 1997. I tossed them in my bag and closed out the box.
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In the refurbished building that used to house T&K Vacuums a few years ago, a new gallery is opening. The location is good and bad; good because it’s easily seen from one of the town’s two main streets; bad because there is very little parking. We shall see.
The Pine Cone Cafe closed. It lasted about three years. That’s about two years longer than I expected it to.
Two blocks south, a quirky little shop called Shiki Monkey is closed. Sad but not surprising.
A new coffee place is opening in town, called Holy Cow.
The floppy disk discovery kills me. That was funny.
I think my computer might even be able to read them–if I had a drive I could load them into. It was pretty funny.