Walked through an estate sale today. Some objects were labeled, like summer camp, in the old-fashioned cursive of an old man afraid of losing his things. Chet Gibbs. Quiet belongings waiting for something else to happen. Curios, colored glass, teacups and saucers with gold rims, huddled together. Masking tape price tags with penciled numbers. A cowboy calender from some bank somewhere, worth keeping for the pretty pictures.