Things found 2 nights before moving house:
- A ticket to a Chester Thompson drum clinic in 1990.
- A poster for a bike race in Germany in 1993.
- A play I wrote in college in 1997.
- Royalty statements from the book I co-wrote in 2002. None totaling more than $50.
- Tax returns back to 2004.
- Margot’s birth certificate.
- Margot’s death certificate.
- A letter from Southwest Transplant Alliance, letting us know that Margot’s kidneys went to a 24-year-old man, her liver to a 1-year-old girl, her heart to a 2-year-old girl.
- Papers from a collective art experience I hosted in 2001(ish). One has printed on it this quote from “Tuesdays with Morrie”:
“Remember the book of Job?”
“From the Bible?”
“Right. Job is a good man, but God makes him suffer. To test his faith.”
“Takes away everything he has, his house, his money, his family.”
“Makes him sick.”
“To test his faith.”
“Right. To test his faith. So I’m wondering.”
“What are you wondering?”
“What do you think about that?”
Morrie coughs violently, his hands quiver as he drops them to his side. “I think,” he says, smiling, “God overdid it.”