I was cleaning out her attic last week and came across a shoe box full of postcards she sent to her sister during a trip to San Francisco in 1968. One card had a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge, and on the back she wrote about the fog being so thick she couldn't see 10 feet ahead. That got me thinking about how much more honest people were back then, not trying to make everything look perfect. It changed my mind about tossing old stuff away... I used to think letters and cards were just clutter, but now I see them as little time capsules. The details she included, like how she paid 25 cents for a bowl of clam chowder, felt so real. That one bad foggy day in her postcard made me realize how much we edit our lives now. Has anyone else come around to keeping old correspondence after finding a gem like that?