As a number of you know, I will be retiring from the newspaper business at the end of January. After 47 years in the industry I decided it was time to let someone much younger than myself take the newspaper to the next level and I am convinced that Jack McNeely (the new publisher) is the one that is capable of doing just that. He will report officially to the Eagle on January 30 and I will remain with him for a couple of weeks as he gets acclimated to his new surroundings and employees. So my final day will be February 10. And as a result of those plans I have been going through drawers, file cabinets, boxes and everything else in my office to get rid of those things the new publisher will not need and wouldn’t be interested in anyway.
To give you an idea of how much of a “keeper of things” I really am, I found some medical receipts from 1984. Most of the receipts belonged to my father, who while here visiting, had to have emergency gall bladder surgery and they were receipts from doctors offices, pharmacies, hospital, etc. Once I discovered those, I was somewhat apprehensive about looking any further for fear I would discover something I really had no intention of discovering. But I did stick to the task at hand and cleared out those items of personal nature.
I am always amazed at how much I can accumulate without really trying. As I gave my office a once over I knew that I was going to have to have some boxes and folders to store those items I deemed of great importance. I checked with my office manager, after I saw her working diligently in getting things straight in our supply room, to see if she was throwing any boxes away. It seems she had some, but another employee had already gotten them as they were packing to move. After checking elsewhere in the building and finding none, I thought I had remembered seeing several in my utility room at home, so I would just bring a few from there.
The idea of bringing boxes from home turned out to be a bad idea. When I checked the boxes in the utility room I discovered they were already full. Needless to say I had to go to plan B, begging boxes from anyone that had some to spare.
As I began filling boxes and folders the thought crossed my mind, “Where in the world am I going to put all of these things when I get them home?” I have one bedroom that is already nearly stacked to the ceiling. And to be quite honest if I keep going the way I am going, I will put some of those “hoarders” you see on TV to shame. It really isn’t quite that bad but my space for storing things is becoming smaller and smaller. I have already asked my number one daughter if she will take a day or two and come out and help me get serious about throwing all those things away that I really do not need so that I have the space for those things I just “can’t do without!” But I’ll have to keep a close watch on her.
The last time I remember her helping “clean things out,” she nearly threw everything away but the kitchen sink!
Jerome Wassmann is editor and publisher of the Daily Mountain Eagle.