What`s in the Bag? Part 1

I found the bag last week in my parent's garage. The sun-bleached canvas bag itself is of a mid-nineties vintage, as the band patches of bands sorta popular at the time indicates. As for the contents, it was a mish-mash of not so much keepsakes as little stowaways on my life's journey. These were items of my youth that, when I moved away from Winnipeg in the late nineties, I couldn't bring myself to either throw-out or burden myself with. While pawing through these items of slight significance, I was seized upon by the idea that a record (in the form of shoddily-lit, ill-composed photographs of the items discovered) should be blogged. So for those of you old enough (and perhaps North American enough) to remember the crushing disappointment that was Geraldo Rivera's on-air opening of Al Capone's vault, here's my brief foray into a sort of narcissistic archeology:

(Figure Two: The Stuff)

Here's an aerial view of the shoe box that lay inside the mystery bag.

(Figure Three: The Wires)

The first thing we found is a batch of orphan wires and plugs, not thrilling in anyway but a reminder of the connections we abandon along the way.

(Figure Four: The ID)

Next, I collected a set of items, name-tags, membership cards etc., which once gave proof of my identity to the skeptical ("Do you work here?", "Can I see your card?") On a really sad note the Jumbo Video membership is not in my name, I worked there, but for one 'Billy Bragg' - oh the things we did with the laminator to while away the midnight hours.

On that Bragg-related note (and believe me there are more of those embarrassing fan-boy moments to come), we'll leave off for now. Things can only get more exciting as we delive further into the bag...

Feel free to give us your reasonably kind take on this little excavation work in the COMMENTS section and, worry not, there's no way with my shutter skills that this blog is gonna decamp over to Flickr.