I tossed my 1977 sophmore year high school year book last night (double-wrapped in two old grocery sacks) with nary a regret. Probably the worse school photo in the history of bad school photos, and I couldn't bear to read the inscriptions on the inside. It felt great! I feel like I am on a roll, in anticipation of my house mate moving out next week. Then I can really CLEAN and have my space back