I feel like a grown up now that my apartment has a washer and dryer without coin slots.
I once found an old library card in New York that someone had dropped. I put it in some journal at the time. I recently found it and slipped it in my father’s wallet, in there with the other cards. He’ll be ruminating over that one for weeks.
I remember going into my grandmother’s basement for slide projector shows. My uncle would put the curtain over the window and my grandfather would point out everyone who was dead.