Over the past week and a half I clean out the basement of a lot of my stuff. Much of it was trash — which really made me wonder why I even had it in the first place. A lot was media of some type or other.

A small bunch was cassette tapes.

I threw them away. I don’t have anything that would play them at this point (well, nothing good at least) and I have all of the contents digitally now anyway.

One that I saw was the first tape I really begged and pleaded to get. Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the USA.

I listened to the album while we were making the chili.

It certainly brought back a lot of memories. I get the songs a lot more now than I did when I was 12 or 13.

Even though the media that contained the seed of the memories is gone, the memories are still as fresh as ever.

I think the cleaning I’m doing of late is serving to at once let me let go of the past and remember it as well. That’s a good thing.