I've been going through some sort of nesting phase that I can't quite explain; cleaning has taken on a new meaning as dirt and dust have started to cower before my mighty spray bottle. Just a couple of days ago I ventured into the closet in my guest bedroom, which is actually more of a personal office or library, and emptied it out in an attempt to rid myself of a stack of unwanted possessions. Well, in the middle of my assault on clutter I came across a box of photographs that contained all ...