Media Credential Crazy

Tonight, while cleaning out our basement, I stumbled upon a plastic bag overflowing with …

Dead rats? No.

My old black books? As if.

Mickey Mantle rookie cards? Nope.

Press credentials! Hundreds upon hundreds of press credentials from the first decade of my journalism career. I showed them to my kids tonight, who had a blast digging through them, picking three each, deciding which were cool (Roy Jones fight) and which were stupid (Magic the Gathering World Championship).

Hence, the above photo essay. Have fun digging, too …