I’m not one for crowds or extreme shopping but today kicked off a big bag clearance event, nonetheless. I am one for stories- and art…and understanding things. Because of that, and a memory with giant decorative skylights running the length of it, I find myself surrounded by little - and not so little - mountains of remembrances everywhere: ticket stubs, “thoughtstrings” (journal entries and random writings) bills I hope I’ve got on autopay and anything that resembles a card. I’ve got magazines and stickers and lots of visual graphic art. There are programs from events, sermon notes and homework from various continuing ed. I am treading a sea of souvenirs from the joys of simply living. But af ter this month, I’ll have less of them. I’ve already filled one trash bag today. I’m making room for all new inventory. I’m about to tackle the greeting cards. I’ve got all types- spanning several decades. If you’ve ever sent me a card, this is my offic...