Mike, an old friend, sent me an email that had me spinning back in time. He wrote, “I am sure there is a story here. Awhile back, we brought a mobile piece of equipment to an engineer’s office for them to examine. In the hallway were all these buckets of binders, headed for recycling.”

Mike attached a photo of this to his email. The buckets were thick with fat binders. They looked sad and confused, like old people on a bus trip who knew they were going someplace, but not sure where.