Nevertheless I had a couple things to clean out even remaining still. One of them was a bunch of reels of home movies. I'd thought they were commercial 8mm prints of nothing particularly interesting but my mother pointed out no, they were family home movies, and of course we can't just throw them out. They were elusive: searching the house and the storage locker turned up only one box when we knew there were at least two. These were too heavy to carry back on the plane, but I packed up one box and mailed that home. My parents found the remainder and sent the rest in a parade of Priority Mail boxes, the kind of thing that my family just does. I need to get these converted to some more convenient media, of course.
The other big thing was my old computers: the desktop Macs I had from the 90s. I wanted to at least get the stuff I still had on their hard drives off. I'd finally got together cables that convert from USB to the SCSI ports that those computers had and found that ... the one that starts up still doesn't seem to have anything personal on it, and the other one didn't start up anymore. I couldn't possibly bring them home or ship them, so, I went to take the hard drives out. I used to be fairly good at this because I installed new hard drives in both computers in the day and swapped them around some for reasons which were important yet boring then and aren't important now.
I also couldn't remember just how I did it, so had to find online guides --- which still exist! --- about how to take the cover off a Performa 6100 (which turns out to be really elegantly, and possible without any tools, which is the sort of slick thing that made Apple design great) and a PowerBase 180 (because I actually had a Mac Clone and wasn't nearly as easy to take apart, and impossible without screwdrivers). Those I could take home, on the plane, though it got my luggage searched.
And I took the computers to the town recycling bin. They have a tractor-trailer style car for electronics, and I set them in as good a spot as I could, with that weird feeling of guilt for throwing away some things that were my introduction to the Internet and the first serious computers I owned and things that, at the time, were my most important and useful possessions. But I hadn't needed either for a decade or more, and had barely touched them, and there wasn't any sensible reason to have them around yet. And the important things, the data on the hard drives, I still have.
I haven't tried setting them up to read yet.
Trivia: In November 1918 Milton Hershey donated his entire estate to the Hershey Trust for the orphanage's benefit. Source: The Emperors of Chocolate: Inside the Secret World of Hershey and Mars, Joël Glenn Brenner.
Currently Reading: Et Tu Brute?: A Short History of Political Murder, Greg Woolf.