Modern Addresses. Pocket sized address book. Vinyl cover.
I had another address book, pretty much brand new, which was a gift, that I gave away as part of this project.
This little one enjoyed more use, although there are still a lot of blank pages, which either speaks to me knowing a lot of folks with the same first of last name (for a while I went through this phase of entering everyone by their first name) or not knowing that many people.
I felt a little sentimental pull when I dug this out. It’s status as obsolete is incontestable though.
Status: Find the inner strength to discard. Might mean photographing the pages. Read that in a decluttering book.
Kill-ratio: 28:2 / 14:1
(Images I put captions on I don’t count towards they ratio – they are there for more descriptive purposes)
Alt-title: Untitled Book No. 167 Ode to Old Friends
“but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.”
Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye — Leonard Cohen.
Q. Hey, I thought you said two days ago no more LC references, what’s up with that?
A. This little book is so sentimental it called out for such a song.
RIP to those killed in Colorado. Tragic.