Weeding

My little brother, five years old in 1975, 

and my Star Trek Explorers Set.

 What a cutie he was. And still is, I think; we haven't seen or talked to each other in years--part of the fallout of my mother's death.

I came across this photo because I'm weeding my photo albums:
in pre-Internet days I used to cut out newspaper articles about things like Hubert Humphrey's death and Princess Di's wedding and glue them into my photo albums. 

It's good stuff, but it's bulky, it's crumbling, and now I could find it all online.
I suppose working at the Thrift Store is making me think about what I am hauling around: do I want it? For how long? 
Not really.
Not anymore.
So I'm pulling up and throwing away clippings and also photos of out-of-focus Christmas trees. 

Of course I'm saving this photo and also the plastic Star Trek communicator you can see on the table--amazingly, somehow, I saved it all these years.