Stored memories

I had to dig through my stuff here to look for my pitch pipe which I thought would be useful during the weekly music seminars I'm currently attending. While I didn't find what I was looking for--sigh, I wonder where it is!--I rediscovered a few things: old registration forms with signatures of my professors then who are now my colleagues at work; old punch cards from my first programming classes still stacked in their original order; and my old diaries which include a lengthy and detailed account of those three days more than twenty years ago when I competed at a national piano competition.