I went into my parents’ basement to power cycle the modem and router today, and I got a little distracted. First, the basement is my dad’s shop, and as a woodworker of the highest caliber (he has been featured in Woodcraft magazine multiple times), he keeps a pretty interesting operation. I have many favorites (all pictures), but today I noticed on his bookcase a diary from 1981, which I had to check out. 

I’m the new baby! The rest of the diary was filled with notes about my and mom’s various doc appointments (and also the overwhelming majority was work stuff), but it’s neat to see that there was vacation planning stuff in there too. It isn’t that dissimilar to the notebooks I keep on my desk for work.