Captured my last DC moonrise of the year with my brick, book of Robert Service Poems, and telephone.
Today I did everything except wipe the hard drive on my friend’s late husband’s old MacBook. He was a journalist for 40+ years. Google his name and you’ll get pages of hits. (Google mine or Carlton’s and you get zip.) His life’s work is sort of still in that machine. Wiping it feels like erasing part of a life. I’m pretty sure I’ve got everything backed up, in multiple places, but you never really know where data hides. There’s always another cloud.
Note to self: Make sure people can find what they need from your computer after you die.
Note to those left behind: Anything important is in Dropbox. And not much is important. Just delete all my photos — I am not Ansel Adams, and I know it. And please, don’t judge me by my Kindle library.
