Doesn’t everyone have one? You know the drawer in your desk or the kitchen or under the tools hanging on a pegboard in the basement. A cluster of screws, a widowed cuff link, six birthday candles, a gardening glove, picture hangers, numbers scribbled on scraps of paper, receipts for things you never heard of, double A batteries (undoubtedly drained), assorted keys, a packet of radish seeds, undecipherable plastic objects that must go to something somewhere so you better save them, a half-empty bottle of baby aspirin, an orange vial, a crumpled visitor’s pass for Saint Joseph’s ICU. I open the drawer a few times a year. Then close it quickly. Let ghosts of the past lie still.