Two broadcasters—and two Columbus Monthly staff members—divulge all the stuff they can't throw away.
In the March issue, released last Friday, we delved into the admittedly broad topic of “stuff”—all the things people spend their lives accumulating, organizing, storing, fixing, donating and throwing away. It’s filled with local stories of professional organizers (yes, that’s a thing), used items hawked for profit on Facebook, the lure of storage-auction treasure, the afterlives of T-shirts and a $30,000 closet.
Our cover story also included tidbits about the unique, strange or surprising items and collections that notable Columbus residents have amassed over the years. We dubbed these first-person revelations My Guilty Stash and were pleasantly surprised when nearly everyone we asked gladly contributed. We heard from gubernatorial candidate Rich Cordray, Capital University president Beth Paul, chef Marcus Meacham and the voice of the Buckeyes, Paul Keels, among others.
But as is often the case in magazines, we didn’t have room to print them all. We decided to revive the unpublished contributions from the cutting-room floor (aka the magazine division server—we’re not Luddites) and post them online. Here are the two we weren’t able to print, along with the guilty stashes of some staff members. To read the rest, purchase a copy of the March issue on a newsstand near you.
Retired longtime television reporter, WSYX
I chose to wear a two-piece black suit that I loved to dinner and the world premiere of the musical “The Goodbye Girl” by our friend Marvin Hamlisch and Neil Simon in Chicago, Dec. 29, 1992. The evening was a birthday present from my husband, Fred. Unbeknownst to me, Fred had invited 62 people—family and friends—to join us in Chicago at dinner and then the play. It was a magnificent 50th birthday surprise. Marvin and Terre Hamlisch joined us at my party after the play. The suit I wore that night does not fit, but it will hang in my closet forever.
Radio host, WOSU
Every letter I ever received from birth to my senior year in high school. I have no idea why I did this.
Also, I am the keeper of the “heirlooms,” such as they are. My siblings don’t care, but I save pieces for my son, nieces and nephews and disperse great-, great-, great-grandma’s casserole dish, etc. as they wed, buy homes and so forth. However, even the next generation is apathetic.
Senior editor, Columbus Monthly
A couple of decades ago, while working for a nonprofit, I wrote a book for teachers. It was the early days of self-publishing, and I not only researched and wrote it, I also designed it and laid it out. The print run was, shall we say, optimistic. When I moved on to a new life in another state, my former employer mailed me the leftover books—10 boxes of them. I didn’t have the urge to market them, or the heart to get rid of them. They have now moved with me four times. They will probably move with me again.
Senior editor, Columbus Monthly
When I was in third or fourth grade, my friend Joe and I came up with the brilliant idea to pool our money for a bulk purchase of baseball cards—a Ken Griffey Jr. card and a split card featuring both Griffey and Lenny Dykstra. I think we bought 100 of each for about $50 and divvied them evenly. I don’t remember the precise angle of this hustle, but we were sure it would make us rich. Fast-forward 20-odd years and I estimate about 95 of my cards are sitting in a binder in my old room at my parents’ house. Joe is a Columbus firefighter. I am a magazine writer. We are not rich.
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