This is going to be harder than I thought.
The stack was comprised of three boxes of SCCA rally trophies, which are Bob's so they're not mine to dispose of. Two or three boxes of rally instructions - again, Bob's not mine. Two boxes of SCA garb that I will never wear again, are too good to throw away, but Gold Key doesn't want. A box of closet storage stuff, some of which will go to the Salvation Army and a small bit of which I'm going to hang on to for a little bit (until I know if they'll be useful for Charlotte's closet or not.) Hmm, what else... a box of beautiful glass lanterns that I really want to keep (I'm looking around to try to figure out where I can display them, but I'm coming up a little dry.) The box of archived issues of Pikestaff.
The pile is not disappearing the way I thought it was going to. Sigh. On the bright side, it's going to be super simple to digitize the boxes and boxes and boxes of rally directions. Whatever else I have said about them and him over the years, Bob kept them in pristine condition. Frankly, they're in better shape than most of our contracts in the file library at work. Of course, those files are in constant use, and Bob's haven't seen the light of day since, oh, 1977.
But the thing is, I'll take those into work run them through the scanner with the automatic document feed, slap them on a flash drive - and they'll all be safe in pdf format until the end of time. *I* think that means that the hard copies can go to recycling, but we'll see what he thinks about it.
It's gonna be hard to throw the garb away. But I do have a taker for a box of mat board, so that won't be around for too much longer. I guess for tomorrow I go into the crawl space for my thirty minutes. Blegh.