Sincerely, Russell
The metallic purr of the rust-colored storage unit door came to a halt with a loud thud echoing down the empty hallway as I peered into its contents. One hundred twenty-five dollars in cash made me the proud owner of the solitary box waiting for me in the corner. Storage auctions are more hit than miss with the unwanted, unforgotten accumulations of junk and holiday decorations. Occasionally, there are some worthwhile finds like coins, jewelry or the mountain bike I cleaned up to collect dust in my own garage, promising myself I would ride it one day and finally get into shape.