Remember the scene in the SEX AND THE CITY MOVIE where Carrie has her friends vote on her wardrobe, requiring a majority vote if a certain item is to be kept? No? At any rate, I started cleaning my office this weekend. I’ve occupied this space for eight years, which means a lot got tossed years ago. Now I am confronted with some items I’m not sure I should save, including:
* My contract with CBS News, when I was a 20-year-old hired to be the co-hostess on a kiddie version of Charles Kuralt’s Going Places, although without as much bigamy. (Sorry. Coudn’t resist.)
* My name, which was pasted on the side of the van during my segments and one page of the script.
* The TV Guide with a listing for the airing of the pilot.
* A sheaf of my favorite clippings from my career at The Sun.
* Press badges from the Republican National Convention 1988, including one that says SECURITY, a favor bestowed on me by Tom Benson’s assistant because otherwise I never would have gotten the floor access I needed. At one point, someone barked at me to clear an aisle.
* A press badge from Pope John Paul II’s 1987 visit to San Antonio, although I was on rewrite and never left the newsroom.
* Badges from various mystery conventions, including 1999 Bouchercon, which I would like to send to Jon and Ruth Jordan, who met there and married a year later
*A proof copy of the street edition of the Evening Sun, dated Nov. 26. 1991, in which I have three of the six page-one stories.
*A Lynda Barry poster, POODLE WITH A MOHAWK.
So far, the only thing I feel committed to keeping is that Evening Sun page one, which I think I should frame.
Thoughts? And where would you put yourself on the pat rack continuum? I thought I was fairly good about throwing stuff out, but I’m clearly kidding myself.