I haven’t moved in fifteen plus years. When you’re packing up to move away to far off lands, it’s shocking what you find. Some things you never throw away, nor should you. Tangible objects matter. The pledge paddle. All fraternities and sororities have their rituals. But these are special, a homage to an era. It was a different time. As soon as I touched it, the memories came roaring back. The signatures. Losing it. Doing whatever it takes to find it again.

Now, how do you pack it up to take to far-off lands? Paper? Box? Or, do you move it by hand? Or, perhaps, some objects are worth letting go. Choices.