I gave a friend a bird cage that had been sitting in my garage for years unused. It was not put together. She took it home and realized there were some connectors missing. I started out looking for them in my garage. Then in my junk bag. Then in my junk drawers. Then in my junk closets. Then… then… then I realized that I had way more junk than I’d ever need, when examined closely there was not much of it that I could identify let alone know what use it had and chewing gum that is over seven years old is too hard for old teeth to chew. I could throw out all the stuff in every junk drawer and most of my garage and never ever miss any of it. And yet I can’t bring myself to toss it. Because who knows when I will again need a rotary dial princess wall phone.