boxes and boxes and boxes.
You open a box and find a faux leatherman, a Canadian flag patch, a pirate card, a rosary, a well-thumbed copy of Selected Poems of T.S. Eliot, a Quebec flag and 12 Canadian quarters.
You know, going through my boxes? It's kinda like my own personal Warehouse 23.
That said, I've been in Sacramento for a year. Kinda hard to believe, no?